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meiieiri · 10 months

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STOLEN MOMENTS WITH THEM [FT. JUJUTSU KAISEN]

❁—CHARACTERS: suguru geto, gojo satoru, nanami kento

warnings: suggestive themes in gojo’s part (bc why not haha), mentions of canon-typical violence

a/n: i’m so sorry for all this tooth-rotting fluff, i’m sad rn so hehe :’>> song inspo: you are in love (taylor swift). am accepting requests/prompts btw, just shoot me a message-

༊*·˚ SUGURU GETO

winter afternoons cooped inside your one bedroom apartment are always special days, commonly consisting of freshly-brewed piping hot tea sitting peacefully on your small living room side table, a good book, and the warmth of a knitted throw blanket. snowflakes fall entrancingly from the sky and make a feather-like landing on the glass windows that peek into your home.

suguru geto was lounging silently on the couch with you, your head on his strong lap as he gently combs his fingers through your hair, a leather bound book in his free hand, his eyes leisurely skimming the yellowed pages trying to make sense of the decadent shakespearean sonnets that liken love to that of honey and flowers. you were just about to fall asleep when suguru’s melodic baritone caresses your ear.

“don’t you think he’s so full of shit?” he asks suddenly. how could one speak with such vulgar words and still make it sound like poetry?

“shakespeare?” you sit up and you readjust yourselves so that you can rest your head on his shoulder, peeking over it to inspect sonnet 55. his arms comes up to pull you closer to him, tucking you into the warmth of his chest in a bid to keep you warm. “i thought you liked his work,” you take the offending book into your hands, scanning through the words.

“i do,” he clarifies, tracing shapes on your shoulder, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he waits for you to finish reading through the passage.

when you look up from the book, you are surprised when his lips abruptly yet softly meet yours in a loving peck. his hand moves to cup your cheek as he deepens the kiss, your lips moving together in a perpetual waltz, your heartbeats in total sync. you thought the kiss would last forever, and you and suguru wouldn’t give a flying fuck, but he pulls away teasingly, his forehead resting against your own, his nose lovingly bumping yours as you both come down from your respective highs.

“not as much as i like you, though.”

you shake your head, rose blush tinting your cheeks, hopelessly in love. he truly was the light of your life, the lighthouse that brings you to safe waters.

༊*·˚ GOJO SATORU

despite the horrors that have long plagued the grounds of jujutsu tech, the school, being tucked away in a remote location deep in tokyo’s forgotten countryside, was actually quite beautiful. the backdrop of the tall cedar-wood and red maple trees in the forest adjacent to the teachers’ dormitories that served as a protective cover from unwanted prying eyes is a particularly wonderful sight and in an autumn evening such as this one, emitted a fresh aroma of sweet cherries and almonds.

“i was wondering where you were,” gojo satoru walks in the teachers lounge just as the electric kettle automatically switches off. he woke up in a panic when he noticed you’d gone missing, your side of the bed having lost all its warmth, indicating you must have been out of bed for a good while now. it didn’t help his nerves to see your bedstand digital clock display the time: 1:58 AM in bright neon green on its screen.

he moves behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your dainty figure as you busy yourself pouring the boiling hot water into the two instant ramen cups you had prepared. “that for me?”

“nope,” you shrug. “it’s for nanami.”

that was obviously a lie — he looks at the label of the ramen cup and scoffs when he sees the indicated flavor: seafood curry, his favorite, now, if that wasn’t enough to convince him, he has to remind himself that his adorable blonde junior hates instant crap like this. but still, you found it endearingly funny to see your husband pouting like some kicked dog when you push past him to bring the two cups over to the nearby dining table. “i’m kidding,” you chortle, beckoning him to join you.

“you meanie,” he sticks out his bottom lip as he follows you to the table. he sits down, his elbows resting on the table as his hands come up to cradle his chin, mirroring the image of a child who’d been told “no” by his parent. “i think i want a divorce now,” he sulks.

you feign guilt, playing along with him. you stand up to take a seat next to him. “i’m sorry, baby,” you tell him. he only responds by pointing to his cheek, silently telling you to “kiss it better” if you really were sincere in your apology. you reach up to place a loving kiss on his cheek and a smile spreads across his lips. “better?” you chuckle when he lets out an amused breath.

having made peace, you move to retrieve your cup of ramen when without warning, he pulls you by the hand, crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, his teeth needily sucking at your bottom lip, the heat of the kiss seemingly warming up the entire room that had been filled with the chill of the autumn night breeze. your arms move to rest on his shoulders, as he effortlessly pulls you into his lap, his hands resting on the small of your back. it’s only when you need to take a steadying breath of air that he breaks the kiss.

“all better,” he winks, the ramen having gone cold, utterly forgotten, as the night peacefully went on.

༊*·˚ NANAMI KENTO

“i knew i should have brought an umbrella,” nanami kento sheepishly rubs the back of his head.

“i’m sorry,” his shoulders slump when a low rumble of a thunderclap suddenly goes off, lightning illuminating the sky in a brilliant glow. the date had gone so well — you visited the best art galleries in tokyo, even saw a performance at one of those cozy hidden gem jazz clubs — kento had thought that his luck would hold out ‘till you got home.

but the universe seems to have decided otherwise. now, here you were taking shelter, stranded under the fiberglass roof of a deserted bus stop’s waiting shed. “kento,” your gentle voice quells the dread in his chest, chipping away at the block of anxiety forming in his throat. “it’s okay,” you scoot over, patting the spot next to you, silently telling him to sit down.

reluctantly, he takes a seat, keeping himself at a reasonable distance from you, thinking that you would, at the very least, be upset at him for this slight mishap. “sorry,” he repeats the apology like a broken record, and a compassionate smile forms on your lips.

you slowly scoot on over next to him, closing the gap between the two of you, your pinky finger reaching for his own, as if you were asking for permission. kento notices the gesture instantly, and takes your hand in his, his thumb rubbing your knuckles comfortingly. “…today was fun, kento,” you tell him, a genuine grin on your face, “seriously. what’s a little rain?”

a burden seems to have been lifted from his shoulders. kento nanami was not a man who put much value into love, with how dangerous his profession is, fighting the lurking malevolence hiding in the world’s darkest shadows, he didn’t have time for the childishness of falling in and out of love. it was inconvenient, and troublesome.

at least, that’s what he used to believe before you came crashing into his life and touched the heartstrings he has long resigned to keep under lock and key with your delicate hands.

he silently takes off his overcoat then to wrap it around your shoulders like the gentleman he was (he wasn’t about to let the love of his life get drenched in the rain), resisting the urge to grin when he sees just how small you look in it. the next few minutes pass by in absolute silence, the sound of your breaths being the only conceivable sound for a long while.

“…i’m glad you had fun,” he looks up at the stormy sky again. “i did, too.”

“next time, let’s be sure to check the weather forecast ahead of time,” you giggle. he joins your laughter, bringing your hand to his lips, his warm breath tickling your skin, as he lets his lips touch your flesh in a quintessentially classic affectionate kiss on the back of your hand like they do in those vintage hollywood movies. he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “i know how much you hate the rain.”

“…i think i can make an exception,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

the decibels of his tenor fight against the loud pitter patter of raindrops crash landing on the fiberglass roof of the waiting shed. but you hear his lyrical confession of love anyway, with your heart’s ear perhaps.

“i have the sun with me all the time, anyway,” kento says, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as the rain washes the remnants of his old world away.

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bby-deerling · 7 days

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7 of coins + the tower (marco x reader nsfw)

and now for something completely different...

this is one of my tarot prompt drabbles that @kazieai was gracious enough to allow me to share with you all <3 thank you!!, i love ya! these are always super fun because i get the opportunity to step out of my comfort zone and write for new characters :)

masterlist || commissions

cw: friends to lovers, afab!fem!reader, cowgirl position

tagging: @fanaticsnail @indydonuts

Content with your simple life and the sprawling greens of Sphinx, you had never envisioned yourself getting entangled with a pirate; as far as you were concerned, Whitebeard was the only one with some sort of tangible moral fabric seeing as he had turned your village in a hidden paradise with his financial support, a far cry from the lawless wasteland your parents had described growing up in. The cloistered state of your village meant that meeting outsiders, let alone pirates, with good intentions happened few and far between—that is, until the new doctor rolled into town.

It should be noted that he didn’t technically roll, he flew, with blue and yellow streaking flames across the sky that had you rubbing your eyes, convinced you were either hallucinating or developing a migraine. Following the trail of colors left nothing but a man in its wake; it was Marco—that much you were certain of when you saw the fluffy mess of hair at the top of his head—but his presence only causes you to swivel your head around, concerned that a gaggle of boisterous pirates were about to follow not far behind. Whitebeard’s funeral had been a solemn affair, but afterwards, Red-Haired Shanks and his crew had drank the entire village dry and kept every inhabitant up far past their bedtime, and their idea of “fun” was quite frankly too much for you to handle.

But thankfully, Marco had come alone this time, setting up a small doctor’s office within his new home, and quickly ingraining himself in the community; so calm and carefree, you nearly forget he’s a retired pirate at all, until the occasional group of bandits attack the village from behind the waterfall, and the phoenix takes care of the issue in mere minutes before smiling to himself and returning his attention to patching up the minor scrapes and bruises of the village kids. Though you had long ago resigned yourself to becoming the village spinster, you couldn’t help yourself from letting a bud of blooming affection sprout as you watch him tend to any issues that crop up around town, including things as trivial as helping you weed your garden or cleaning out your gutters. In fact, you quite enjoyed having someone to talk to who possessed both intelligence and humility in spades, that you end up finding yourself seeking him out for tasks that don’t really require his assistance simply so that you can spend time with him—and that’s all well and good, until one day, he calls you out on it.

“You can just invite me over without the silly pretense, you know.” he says with a smug grin one sunny afternoon after you asked him to come look at a creaky floorboard in your kitchen; to his credit, it was a flimsy excuse, but the wood does let out a squeak as his feet cross through the room on the way to your living room. Tray of tea in hand, you place the refreshments on your coffee table as you sit nearby in your favorite armchair, close enough for your knee to occasionally brush against his, making idle conversation with him as you sip on the piping hot liquid. The topics stay centered around the present, the current happenings of the village; though he sometimes told a story or two, you rarely asked him about his past, and perhaps he liked that your friendship centered around this new phase in his life. Mind wandering as he talks, the laid-back, soothing tone of his voice admittedly going straight to your core, leaving you with a flushed face. Zoning out, you don’t even realize how flustered you look until he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“You’re spacing out today, yoi.” he says lowly, carefully worming your teacup out of your hands and placing it onto the table. He’s beyond amused as he watches the way your face fails to hide the feelings you’ve been trying to hard to swallow down; your little crush has been quite clear for some time, but he was intent on worming a confession out of you himself. “Any reason why?” he probes, leaning forward with a smug smile spread across his face.

Unsure if he was messing with you or not, you avert your gaze away from him and let out a deep sigh. “Marco, if you’re gonna reject me, just tell me now and quit teasing me.” you mumble out, cheeks heated as you steal a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Now that’d just be mean.” he says with a small chuckle as he cups your face, gently urging you to look at him before he presses his lips to yours, admittedly with more passion than you were expecting. The way his hands trail along your torso is steeped in heaps of experience that you lack, with precision and confidence that has you melting under his touch.

“Such a pretty little thing, yoi.” he muses as he pulls you into his lap, keeping a firm grip on your waist as he rolls his hips into yours. The intoxicating pull in the air makes you lose all dignity and composure, not thinking twice about how things might look to anyone nosy enough to peek thorugh your window when he reaches under your sundress and pulls your panties to the side. Circling the tip of his cock around your entrance teasingly, you bite on his lip as you sink down onto his length, knees buried into the plush fabric of your couch as you rock your hips against his. His firm hold on you makes every twitch of your body more intense; you can’t remember the last time you’ve had sex, let alone good sex, but the way Marco turns you into a feverish mess so easily leaves you spellbound, even more under his thumb than you already were.

“Let go for me.” he murmurs in your ear; with your clit grinding against him with each guided snap of your hips, you’re unbearably close. The vibrations from his words couple with the handful of your thigh that he grips possessively send you over the edge, unraveling you into a spit up, tangled ball of string as your walls flutter around him. Ears pounding and head light, your eyes are bleary and blurry as you come to your senses; he’s whispering sweet praises to you, but as the look in his eyes comes into focus, another wave of heat floods your core.

He's not done with you—not even close.

#one piece x reader #marco x reader #marco the phoenix #x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece drabble #one piece smut

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Hiya~ I love your works 🥺 May I request a headcannon about Sectoral heterochromia!Reader (The reader have a pink w/ mint green colours eyes OR A yellow w/ purple) i don't mind any genders

'They never show their eyes and always wear a mask (like Gojo's) until one day,after they became *the characters mention* s/o they decided that they're ready to show their eyes'

w/ Vil,Azul,Jade and Rook

Ignore this if you want,If you DO do this then Thank you!!

~Shiro

Vil, Azul, and Jade With a Reader With Sectoral Hererochromia!

pairings: Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech x gn!reader (separate)

genre: fluff

cws/tws: ooc Jade?

a/n: hi anonnie I didn’t include Rook in this (for once) cuz in my rules I said I’ll only do 3 characters per request! Also I’m still not totally familiar with how Jade acts so he might be pretty ooc

¡ Vil Schoenheit !

He was amazed when he first saw your eyes, one being one-toned then the other two-toned, he’s rarely seen anything like this on social media much less in real life.

Was definitely happy that you trusted him enough with something that you usually cover up from other people!

Whenever you two are alone in either Ramshackle or in his room in the Pomefiore dorm he always faces you in bed just to admire you, whether or not you’re awake.

He loves you a lot and thanks the Seven for letting him meet someone as unique as you.

If someone suddenly bursts in the room (usually one of the Adeuce duo or Grim if you’re in Ramshackle) either one of you rush for the blindfold to cover your eyes again if you don’t want to show others yet.

This doesn’t happen at all if you’re in his room in Pomefiore though because everyone knows how to knock there <3 that’s why he prefers for you two to spend time in Pomefiore.

¡ Azul Ashengrotto !

Azul’s deathly aware and experienced in things such as insecurities, he was over the moon when you let him see your eyes for the first time because that means you trust him a lot and that makes him happy!!

The tweels tease him sometimes for being the only one in your little friend group without a form of heterochromia to which he just scoffs at.

If you two are just sitting in his office or in one of each other’s beds I feel like he’s the type to just suddenly pinch your cheeks impulsively

“What was that for, Azul” you whined while you rubbed your cheek ‘You just look too cute for your own good’ was what he wanted to say but what came out was “I just wanted to” as he buried his face on your shoulder, but you got his message either way.

I WENT OFF TRACK WAIT

If you two are in the same class he likes to just sit and stare at you lovingly but as discreetly as possible if the teacher gives some free time, not just admiring your dual colored eyes but the entirety of you in general.

Does the same thing as Vil where he rushes to cover your eyes if someone suddenly comes in, but in a less panicky way to not cause the other person to ask any questions, especially if it’s a person that you’re not comfortable seeing your eyes yet.

¡ Jade Leech !

Jade knows when it’s time to joke around (though a lot of his jokes end up sounding like threats) and when to be serious, and of course trusting him enough with something like this is something he’ll take seriously.

He thinks your eyes look like the painted pebbles that somehow survived to sink to the depths where he and Floyd live, they look beautiful.

Heterochromia couple!!

Respects the fact you’d rather hide your eyes from others, though he doesn’t understand why since he thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen but even if he doesn’t get why he won’t pry for an answer.

Even if you both have heterochromia he thinks yours is so much more beautiful because it looks like one of your irises is painted which makes you so much better!

I feel like he’d keep accidentally covering your eyes with his hand instead of your blindfold if someone suddenly walks in the room without knocking, it takes him a while to go for the piece of cloth first before his hand.

Whenever he goes out shopping by himself he’d sometimes buy you one or two blindfolds that have designs on it unlike your plain black one to just change things up a bit, but of course no design that would make you look like a fool, he doesn’t aim to humiliate you.

If someone keeps overstepping your boundaries and constantly asking to see what’s under your blindfold Jade’s there in an instant to stop that person, by force if needed <3

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #twst fluff

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simsbyali · 1 year

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Sims 4 TV Family Legacy Challenge

My husband and I worked on this together... It's a Legacy Challenge based on TV families from shows... Of course I left out the families with horrible personalities (Such as the Cosby Show (Bill Cosby) and All in the Family (Let's face it, Archie was a racist... But, hey, if you want to add them into your challenge, that is entirely up to you!

TV Family Legacy Challenge:

Rules are simple:

Infants have to remain infants for the entire time.

Toddlers can be aged up if they get level 3 in all skills, or level 5 on one skill.

Children can be aged up either by completing their aspirations or by becoming an A student

Teenagers can be leveled up either by completing their aspirations or by becoming an A student

Adults must finish at least one level of aspiration before they die.

Can be done in any order, and you are allowed to use cheats. I understand the game gets annoying without cheats.

Generation 1: The Addamses

“They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious and spooky, they’re all together ooky, the Addams Family”

Starts with a patriarchal household (Gomez Addams)

Must have either Successful Lineage or Famously Wealthy Aspiration

Must have Romantic and Gloomy traits

Must have a partner with the same traits, but Soulmate Aspiration

Inherited money, so you or your partner don’t have to work a day in your life (feel free to use the Motherlode cheat to become filthy stinking rich)

Feel free to add Fester and Grandmama, if you’d like.

Must have at least 3 children, and at least 1 of those children must be a boy. The youngest child will be the heir.

Generation 2: The Munsters

“The lesson I want you to learn is: It doesn't matter what you look like. You can be tall or short or fat or thin, or ugly or handsome, like your father, or you can be black or yellow or white. It doesn't matter. But what does matter is the size of your heart and the strength of your character.”

After growing up in a family who was wealthy, you didn’t need to work. You had all the money you could ever need. Now you can focus on raising your family. Your story begins as a young adult.

Patriarchal head (Grandpa Munster)

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Vampires/Werewolves

Must have Successful Lineage aspiration

Must have Gloomy and genius traits

Must have at least 1 daughter, and the daughter must marry a green man (who has the personality trait Childish) and live with you.

Have 1 grandson, who will be the heir for the next generation.

Generation 3: The Bradys

“Here’s a story, of a lovely lady, who was bringing up 3 very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls.”

Growing up, you were sheltered and didn’t get to talk to people all that much. When you finally meet someone, it’s love at first sight. You settle down in a nice house and raise your family together. Your story begins as a young adult.

Patriarchal Head (Mike Brady)

Must have Big Happy Family aspiration

Must have Romantic and Family-Oriented traits

Must have 6 children, 3 girls and 3 boys. The youngest girl or boy will be the heir.

Must have a maid.

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs

Generation 4: The Partridges

“We had a dream, we'd go travelin' together, We'd spread a little lovin' then we'd keep movin' on. Somethin' always happens whenever we're together We get a happy feelin' when we're singing a song.”

Growing up in a large family, you were used to being invisible, after all, you were the youngest girl. You meet a guy, have some kids. You then become the lead singer for your kids’ band, although at first you’re too shy to be in front of people. Your story begins as a young adult.

Matriarchal Head (Shirley Partridge)

Must have Musical Genius aspiration

Must follow and max out the Singer occupation

Must have Family Oriented and Outgoing traits

Must have 5 kids: 2 girls, 3 boys (make sure the heir is a boy to continue onto the Full House generation, unless you want to skip to one of the optional families)

Marry your soulmate and then lose him once the oldest son becomes a teenager.

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs

Generation 4: The Ricardos

“Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do!”

Growing up in a large family, you were used to being invisible, after all, you were the youngest boy. You meet the love of your life and together you move into a small house, and you follow your dream of becoming a lounge singer. Your story begins as a young adult.

Patriarchal Head (RIcky Ricardo)

Must have Musical Genius aspiration

Must follow and max out the Singer career path

Must have Hot-headed and Music Lover traits

Must have at least 1 son

Must have a wife that has red hair, and has the traits of Family-Oriented and Jealous traits

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Dine Out- Open your own restaurant and become successful.

Generation 5: The Tanners

“Whatever happened to predictablity? The paperboy, milkman, evening TV? You miss your old familiar friends waiting just around the bend.”

With your family being successful in music, you move into a big house and meet your partner. You get married and get a job working in Journalism. Your story begins as a young adult.

Patriarchal Head (Danny Tanner)

Must have the Best-Selling author aspiration

Must follow the Journalist career path

Must have Neat and Family-Oriented traits

Must have at least 3 daughters

Lose wife in a tragic accident

(Optional: Add Joey and Uncle Jesse to your household)

Optional Pack: Sims 4 Cats & Dogs

Generation 6: The Winslows

“It’s a rare condition, this day and age, to read any good news on the newspaper page. And love and tradition of the grand design, some people say it’s even harder to find. Well, there must be some magic clue inside these gentle walls cause all I see is a tower of dreams, real love bursting out of every seam.”

After a long successful line of entertainers, you decide to take a different approach. After you move out, you fall in love with a non-entertainer, get married, and move into a house big enough for 8 people. Your story begins as a young adult.

Matriarchal Head (Estelle Winslow)

Must have Big Happy Family aspiration

Must have Family-Oriented and Cheerful traits

Must marry a policeman

Must have a son who becomes a police officer

Son (Hot-Headed and Family-Oriented traits) and wife must live with you after your husband dies.

Have at least 3 grandchildren

(Optional: Add Aunt Rachel and Ritchie to household)

(Also Optional: Make Steve Urkel)

Generation 7: The Banks

“I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo holmes, smell ya later’ Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.”

Inspired by your father, you decided to follow in his footsteps and join a criminal justice career. You worked from the ground up and became a successful judge, married a beautiful woman, and settled down in a mansion in the fanciest part of town. Your story begins as a young adult.

Patriarchal Head (Phillip Banks)

Must have either the Successful Lineage or Fabulously Wealthy aspiration

Must have a career in Secret Agent (Base Game)

Must have Foodie and Hot-Headed traits

Must have a maid or butler

Must have at least 4 children (2 girls, 2 boys)

Nephew comes to live with you (Nephew’s traits should be Romantic and Ambitious)

(Optional: Add Jeff as Will’s best friend)

Optional Packs: Get to Work for Detective career or DIscover University for Judge career

Generation 8: The Spellmans

“What’s the matter? I have to be a witch, I have to be a mortal, I have to be a teenager, and I have to be a girl, all at the same time. That’s what’s the matter.”

You have a good life, you’re living with your sister, and you have a good relationship with your brothers. You’re not too fond of the fact that one of your brothers married a woman who is so unlike the family, but, you love him all the same. You’ve offered to take your brother’s daughter should he end up dying. Your story starts when you reach young adult.

Matriarchal Head (Zelda or HIlda Spellman)

Must have the Big Happy Family aspiration

Must have the Neat and Ambitious traits (Zelda) or Childish and Slob traits (Hilda)

Must work in some sort of Science field (Zelda)

Must be good friends with both of your brothers.

Take in your niece when she’s a child and raise her after her parents’ early demise.

Optional Packs: Realm of Magic and/or Cats & Dogs

Generation 9: The Gilmores

“If you’re out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold, all you have to do is call my name and I’ll be there on the next train. If you need me, I will follow, anywhere that you tell me to.”

Losing your parents at a young age and being sent to live with your aunts wasn’t exactly something that you were thrilled about. Which is why you become a wild child. Your story starts when you reach teenager.

Matriarchal Head (Lorelai Gilmore)

Must have Successful Lineage aspiration

Must have Cheerful and Ambitious traits

Must be in the Management branch of the Business career path

Get pregnant as a teen

Have at least 1 daughter

Must not date until your heir is a teenager

Generation 10: The Prouds

“You and me will always be tight. Family every single day and night, even when you start acting like a fool, you know I’m loving every single thing you do. I know that I can always be myself around you more than anybody else.”

As a young adult, you begin to resent your mother for having you way too young and you begin to put a rift between you and your mom so you move out and get married to a swinger. Your story begins when you turn into a young adult.

Matriarchal Head (Suga Mama)

Must have the Successful Lineage aspiration

Must have Family-Oriented and Lazy traits

Must have 1 son with the Master Chef aspiration; Foodie and Ambitious traits

Your son gets married and has 3 children

After your husband dies, you move in with your son and his family

Optional Pack: Cats & Dogs

(You can either end it with the Prouds or you can continue with other generations)

Optional Generations

The Stephens (Bewitched)

Patriarchal Head (Darrin Stephens)

Must have Soulmate aspiration

Must join the Management path of the Business career

Realm of Magic: Must be married to a Spellcaster (Optional)

Have 2 children

The Bundys (Married... with Children)

Patriarchal Head (Al Bundy)

Must have Party Animal aspiration

Must have Slob and Mean traits

Must have 2 children (1st child when you’re a teenager)

Get to Work: Own your own retail store (Optional)

Marry the mother of your child

Wife must have Materialistic and Lazy traits

The Taylors (The Andy Griffith Show)

Patriarchal Head (Andy Taylor)

Must have Angling Ace aspiration

Must join a career that involves Law Enforcement (Special Agent – Base Game, Detective – Get to Work, Judge – DIscovering University

Marry and have 1 son

Lose your wife

The Arnolds (The Wonder Years)

Patriarchal Head (Jack Arnold)

Must have the Big Happy Family aspiration

Must have Hot-Headed trait

Must join the Management branch of the Business career

Must have 3 children

The Taylors (Home Improvement)

Patriarchal Head (Tim Taylor)

Must have Nerd Brain aspiration

Must max out Handiness level

Must have 3 children

Must have Outgoing and Family-Oriented traits

#sims 4 legacy #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 gameplay

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tieflingsfingers · 2 months

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Foraging for Ripened Fruits

What and who: Soft Dom Astarion smut, Character Study, Half-Drow Bard OC. Summary: Thomasin goes off to forage for a meal for camp, but Astarion pops in to remind her of a bet she lost. Realizing he's rehashing an old promise, she reluctantly agrees in hopes of enjoying his company. Warning/Content: 18+, Reimagining of first sexual encounter. Post bite-scene, part of series. A lot about two elves that are bad at feelings. Partial mentions of past traumas that inform their current actions. Word Count: 4,174 Ao3 Link

Thomasin wandered off the beaten path. Unknown thickets and brambles were an easy trek though. From a young age, the half-elf had been taught a labyrinth of knowledge about living off the land. A library of resources left to collect dust with each decade for she’d become dependent on ship crews and city streets with passing years. Now to only blow off those dusty tomes to reread with fondness.

Although, camp was just thankful she could identify a meal.

There was escapism in placing a floral handkerchief and guidebook in her wicker basket. Buckling her skirt at the waist to watch the length sway at her feet. Perhaps she’d find the same little blue flowers dancing along its hem. Handfuls of berries. Bitter leafy greens. Hidden roots revealing hearty starches to soak in broth. Dirt, crisp and cool, compressed beneath her boots. Patches of grass where plants raised their heads to the sky, bathing in sunlight and twisting at its joints.

Pinched between her thumb and forefinger was a leaf whose colors were difficult to distinguish.

She narrowed her vision and wracked the encyclopedia embedded in her memories.

Poisonous markers found themselves hazier and hazier as the years went on. Rhymes recited to know danger by its features. Whether speckles and lines were meant to be fine. Whether pinks and blues sent you praying at the pews. Or was it yellows at the tips? Spikes and spines? The longer this troubleshooting ran through her filters, the more she felt the urge to laugh. What a thing to have a lapse of judgment on. Poisoning the camp on the off chance their stew was more savory than usual.

Just as absurd stakes set in, the leaf was flicked away from her fingertips. The ball of her foot spun in the dirt, twirling in whimsy to head another direction. Skirt in tow. Light dramatics to match the melody humming from her lips.

That was, until the sight of another in her presence. Astarion had created a habit of startling her for his own entertainment. Knowing the windows of calm and isolation meant her propensity to be skittish. Thomasin scowled, immediate embarrassment melting into frustration.

“In the gods’ names, Astarion! Make your presence known or I’ll start sharpening every shard of wood in our vicinity.” She took a deep breath to calm herself from offering more creative threats.

Astarion couldn’t help but clutch his stomach in self-satisfied laughter. When they approached conflict, Thomasin was no stranger to deescalating those with sharp tongues or unflinching convictions. Her own proclivities for chaos even pulled the group into a few hi-jinks. She always wiggled her way out of things unscathed for the most part, from his short experience.

And so, how could he not take advantage of such a glaring pitfall? A gap exposed in her armor? Only for his own amusement, of course. Each of his steps became looser, bouncing with their weight, partaking in one of his favorite activities. Peacocking.

“Is it not hilarious that you’re more frightened of me than those giant bandits we encountered? Although…” He placed a hand upon his chest. “Maybe it’s a bit of a compliment. Thank you for that. I have felt quite the masculine energy in me with all this newfound freedom.”

Thomasin snickered. “Glowing. Don’t look a day over three hundred years old.”

“Excuse me, it’s not my fault you hop around here like a scared little fawn.”

“Okay, fine. What are you doing out here anyways?”

“It is a curse to simply be, I don’t know. Bored? The woods aren’t as magical as druids like to make a big fuss about. ”

Finding his answer lackluster at best, Thomasin continued to search her surroundings. Like a puppy gnawing at her ankles, he followed her trail, preparing quips to throw over her shoulder. Watching her pluck foreign fruits from mysterious branches. He’d offer an agreeable “hm” and “ah” in half-hearted acknowledgment as she conjured up ways to poison Cazador.

Nothing worth pocketing for later though. Scary flowers? To defeat the reign of vampiric terror? Child’s play. Absolute yawn.

Thomasin turned to be greeted by his eyes wandering about the flora with little thought brewing within. She found his predictability charming.

“You’re not even listening,” she said.

“Bah, nothing but accusatory language. I am immensely interested in what the leaves are up to. Which herbs are the biggest gossips or whatever,” he followed up. Almost too immediately. “I did have something to bring to your attention though.”

“Hm? Another confession? Lycan blood also in your veins?”

“Oh, I’d be unstoppable with Lycan blood in me. Imagine? A dinner of champions– Although I wouldn’t want to spoil my snack.” He inched toward her, keeping just enough distance to offset potential rejections.

Thomasin arched her brow, leaning back and compensating for the closing quarters between them. “Are you going to kill me now?”

”This is a peaceful coup, on my heart, I swear it.” One hand raised, chest puffed and proud. “Consider this a midday snack. Don’t be a sore loser now. A deal is a deal.”

Thomasin slipped into momentary bemusement, attempting to recollect what bet they made. The prize seemed obvious at least. His glances failed at subtlety and she’d catch his eyes dart to the clavicle peeking from her neckline. Not the most bizarre way she’d been objectified, but it still took some getting used to.

It was all uncharted territory. Even if she felt flustered, she had to press it down. Blushing admitted defeat. Docile defeat wasn’t in her vocabulary nor her nature.

He twirled his hand about, gesturing to matters as casual as the weather. “You cannot tell me my winning hand at cards is suddenly incorrect, Thomasin. I love delusion as much as the next man, don’t get me wrong. I mean, Karlach and Wyll could read you the contract as if straight from Avernus itself. Just a light nibble of thy neck.”

Thomasin wanted to retort. Yet, she had been around the campfire those long nights. She was aware of exchanges lightening the load of their gold pouches. The glory of riches on the line. Opportunity to watch Karlach drunkenly arm-wrestle Wyll or Astarion throw daggers at glass bottles with precision. Irresponsible banter around the fire was prime for it. Even if the night was hazy at this point, vague stipulations of a retired magistrate couldn’t be disputed. He was right. She didn’t think her hand was that bad, from what she could recollect, but he was right.

If anything, the length he waited was more of an oddity. The bet went unredeemed for a long while. Weeks even. They had been busy though. Shooing the feistier of goblins and gnolls into early graves, resolving power struggle after power struggle. Hunching over hastily cooked meals and soothing aching muscles in lakes. Perhaps flirtation here and there, but the sweet nothings had been there for comic relief. Cheeky remarks to remind them of normalcy.

“Fine, fine. C’mon,” she said, amused by his persistence.

The half-elf tugged at her skirt, sweeping it into the direction of a cushioned patch of wildflowers and clovers tucked beneath a tree. Her basket slipped from her hands, cradled by clovers.

Astarion grinned at Thomasin, following in suit, pinching at the bow helping fasten her skirt to her waist. He studied her shape like many times before. Quietly, but nevertheless. The drapery of her blouse and how it tucked in along the small of her back. Her sleeves pushed up to her forearm, billowing fabric tapered, cuffed, and buttoned.

She flicked her view up from her under her lashes. The stitches of her linens had folded into themselves to reveal her shoulder, her fingertips pressing into her clavicle as if she’d gather more answers from touch alone. She was a peach, carefully cut into slivers for his enjoyment. To drip and glisten down his palms. To sticky the already unspoken laws of the platonic.

“I caught you staring earlier. I-Would that hurt more? My shoulder?” Thomasin glanced down at the grass for a split second to consider her options, meeting him again with a quick answer. “Actually, that’s a lot more hidden than the neck.”

It’d been ages since one of Astarion’s conquests felt like less of a chore.

He was quick to slip into his role. Rehearsed as often as a shopkeeper stocked their wares, he turned on the “pursuer”. Sexual conquests and their success were a promise of relief. As much as he would never admit, he had dug into his filing cabinet of archetypes he’d approach. Whether she was a romantic, a bookish sort, or looking for sexual wanderlust. The complexities mixed with their constant travels made for rocky waters though. Talking alone wasn’t going to work.

This made him toss and turn at night. Feeling like the ground could crack under his cot every reverie and swallow him up. A man not suited for more than being hung up like a rug, heavy with dust, to be beaten and displayed as usual. He didn’t want to think about that.

“Perfect,” he finally spoke up.

Astarion gingerly pulled her wrist in to close distance once again. The chimes of nervous giggling made his ears twitch. As if it ignited something ingrained deep in the recesses of his mind. Was it an internal monstrous instinct? Was it a matter of preying on vulnerability? The promise of a quick and easy night in most circumstances. He hoped that maybe, just maybe, it was a positive emotion he couldn’t distinguish yet. No matter how benign.

He scouted out the landscape of her skin, although it wasn’t long before he noticed how quick her breathing was picking up. Despite her best efforts, his sense of hearing betrayed her act. The cold touch of his hand slid up under her jaw to guide her attention to him. “Your heart is beating out of your chest.” He asked, his words quiet but tentative for her response. “Does this frighten you? Shall we not keep going?”

Thomasin couldn’t answer with honesty. The anticipation of stinging pain brought forth memories of their last exchange. As much as mild affection was as sought after as a hot meal, she couldn’t deny the way his last bite felt. The half-elf bounced between its warm embrace and its cold isolated depths.

“Oh? Maybe a little…I don’t know. Go slow. Remember how Karlach said she’d throw you to the goblins if you accidentally kill me,” she said, downplaying her racing thoughts.

She knew to keep her wits about her. A woman grandfathered into the art of being a commodity. Her hands had been adroit at distraction en masse or individual consort. Easier dealt with when jaws slackened. Those equally alert, still capable of negotiating. Those were the ones to take with caution.

Astarion debated his next course of action. The consequences of a plan diverged gnawed at him, but luck had been on his side. Divine intervention that he might be able to leech off one more day. He forced himself to commit to the move, nestled in the crook of her neck planting his lips upon her skin. A kiss. Tender and hesitant. He could feel her process the change, an inkling of a whimper escaping her.

Another, applying slight pressure this time. A pause to gauge her reaction and then another. The affection felt like a physical weight lifting from his shoulders, clicking something in his brain. Until his sleeve was strained by her grip, sudden and uncertain. He glanced up at her, suppressing the urge to express his fear. That be may have muddied the waters of what ethics were left in him. That he may have read her body language wrong and he was still swimming rigid circles in an overwhelming ocean.

”Thomasin. Use your words,” he said, rising to meet her gaze again.

She let the silence linger, not knowing exactly what would be the best answer. What would be the most appropriate. And so, in times of high stress, Thomasin did what she knew best. Impulsivity was at least one answer.

Thomasin reached out for the nape of his neck. Sometimes giving into the soma, rich in delights and vices, was the only means of relief. The corporeal body hungered for finger foods and bite-sized delicacies. To imprint oneself into another’s skin. To find solace in desire.

Before she realized, they met in a kiss.

The half-elf’s cheeks felt the buzz of his laughter against her lips. One of the few displays of pure joy she had ever witnessed, not born from slaughter or rightful revenge. She could feel him relax for only that brief instant. Rare was a chance to enjoy sins without the looming threat of vampiric lords, and so Astarion had latched on. Twisting and shifting, subtle yet effective at slipping into the lead. His hands veered off course, groping at every curve, tender flesh hidden away under thin linens. Grumbles and mumbles. He exchanged his thanks for her body heat and traced along her thighs in their clumsy shuffle. Finding the hem of her skirt was only half the battle. The urge to toss her into the grass felt like a warm haze throughout his skull. Never let yourself sink too deep though. Always have one foot in the door of composure.

Thomasin tilted her hips forward out of instinct. Fidgeting against greedy hands and the covetous cursed pressed up against her undergarments. He had crept his way to the delicate floral embroidery lining her underwear. Whose stitching was preyed upon by his touch. Pulling the cloth aside to slip digits right against her clit, he felt her grasp around his arms for support.

Their foreheads were mere inches apart, exchanging inaudible but palpable tension. One couldn’t avert their focus from the other. But why would they? He was reveling in his victories, the way he locked her into a vulnerable position, finding himself enraptured by the noises that left her lungs. A surrender in her panting.

“You should have told me it would be this easy to break you down,” Astarion teased.

The satisfaction from any inkling of power was powerful in itself. His mind, clear and direct, whilst hers wavered. Thomasin welcomed alleviation though. She would strike down his ego with the fearsome sword blow of one thousand men another day. A safety net was being created in ribbon. The same tied precisely at the ends of her braids, flowing wherever their rhythm took them. What a strange feeling that welled up in his chest. Over a woman he could compare to thousands of others he slept with before. Surely, if he tried. She was half-elven of no noble blood.

Perhaps it was the promise of a bloodletting. A high he continued to chase after their last exchange weeks prior. Regardless, his eyelids grew heavy. That was, until he felt a tug at his waistband. Between the two, she had begun to untie his trousers, earning some pause.

”Now, now, hey.” Astarion’s words would've sounded casual if there weren’t for the tinge of concern in its abruptness.

His fingers slipped from her thighs, index and middle sneaking their way to her mouth. An act of indecency graced upon her tongue. Although Thomasin had not a single hesitation. Her own jaw had slackened. Her own mind clouded by the undivided attention. Sampling the fruits of his labor, attentive to his next move.

“You get distracted far too easily, darling,” he managed, despite his own voice at the edge of devolving, betraying him with his own lust. “All you need to do is tell me when you’ve had your fill. Until then, I’ll have mine.”

His eyes dialed in like daggers to the plum-stained lips wrapping around his fingers. The thought of succumbing now screamed at every aspect of his being and enveloped his loins. He blinked the interference away, a string of her saliva ever so delicate in the way it clung and snapped upon his exit.

He followed Thomasin's quiet desperation. One that spoke up in a whimper as his knuckles found themselves tucked under her jaw once more. The pressure was light, but firm, wrapping around her neck and bracing her against the tree. Just enough give to allow her shallow breaths.

”Would you like to lift your skirt for me?”

Light glinted off her cheekbones as she smiled, struggling to remember the last time she felt such an intensity coloring her cheeks. Her posture wobbled and waned, but the weight of the realms were no longer her responsibility. Fistfuls of linens were balled up in her palms as asked of her. Simple instructions. She clutched them against her chest, bare and adorned in the same blush.

Her compliance meant he was onto the next act. With a great thud, Astarion planted his boot upon one of the many hearty roots growing from the oak. Thick and sturdy, weaving throughout the soil. Using his now elevated knee, he positioned her for leverage. Her freckled thigh to be placed atop his and help widen her hips.

“How could you have traveled all these years? Met so many people, played so many silly little games, and yet you’re so bad at cards.” Astarion’s snuck back into her waistband once more, interrupting the scoff Thomasin let out by her heavy breath. “All those folks out there? Falling for your feminine wiles, no? Letting you win?”

Without warning, Thomasin felt the undeniable pressure of his fingers inside of her. He had positioned his feet in a firm stable stance and balanced her body with the weight of his own, pumping into her at a steady pace. She was locked in place, but couldn’t fathom a complaint.

Time lingered. Her legs began to tremble. Her eyelashes fluttered.

“Or are you losing bets on purpose?” he said. “It sounds like you should take your own advice. What was it you told me? ‘Watch out for men with sharp tongues and charming dispositions.’ But, alas, you’re not a woman of your word.”

He leaned in, quickening his pace. Such feverish passion that even Thomasin had to continuously acclimate to whatever he decided was her next venture. One of the bundles of her skirt fell and draped the two, her free hand opting to grab onto the back of his head instead. Her rings intertwined with his curls in aimless desperation. A gesture that made him let go of the powerplay upon her neck and join in the embrace.

“A sound that could lure a million sailors to their deaths. I could listen to you whine for centuries,” he purred, keeping the half-elf at bay whilst refusing any mercy. His name stretched its syllables from her lips, thick like honey. Urgent and stifled, yet strung out like another composition. It made Elvish infiltrate his vocabulary. Internal needs even he had never been allowed to unpack. “Hinual sreea, tell me. Your body belongs to me.”

Thomasin cracked a smile through her fatigued disposition, throwing her head back and fighting the urge to shout every Drow profanity she knew. “It’s yours— by sweet Eilistraeens. My body is yours. In the name raggath, please.” Thoughts consumed by the curl his knuckles and each stroke punctuating the last.

Little was left to upkeep in his performance. He had dissolved Thomasin’s intuition and judgment, free to shed his own anxieties. That was, until he realized what he was having trouble steering his own motives. Astarion simply watched her in a sort of awe. The way her body writhed. Scarred, freckled, silver tinted skin glistening from exhaustion. There was beauty in the crass and resilient. Something breathtaking. Like unattainable dusky silk, admired through storefront windows, awaiting to be torn into.

Needle-point teeth dug their way into her shoulder. Scraping under epidermis and into her veins, Astarion indulged, zeal twisting itself around her like ropes of sprawling ivy. Nothing more than waves of confusing ecstasy and questionable faith for the two. No god or goddesses in existence, only the light headed leap of faith toward her orgasm. Eilistraeens would want this, surely.

Before Thomasin could figure out his next move, she was riding every wave that crashed. It made her gasp. An audible panic as the puncture startled her. But the emotions were quick to mellow, pain much more manageable this time around. The intensity of blood purging seemed to be dampened by its coinciding pleasure. As if each corresponding sense knocked into one another, overlapping and tripping over themselves.

From the corner of his eye, he watched streams of blood spill down her shoulder, pooling where their bodies met and settling on her chest. “Decadent little thing,” he whispered in Elvish, as if the comment were more of an internal monologue leaking out. If fate would allow it, if the stars aligned, he would’ve kept going for eons. Dinner and a show. Her body lent an intoxication that made colors brighter. Sounds enticing, words processed as if eternally wading through molasses. Her yelping in pain and its subsequent laughter of thanks. The way her thighs tried to cling upon one another as his fingers buried deeper inside.

The conflicting sensations pummeled her nerves, shocking through her limbs in a way she hadn’t felt in years. Every movement became involuntary and overstimulated.

“Astarion, please. Enough, enough, enough!” She couldn’t help but choke out each word.

Astarion swallowed the last of his meal, licking his plate clean in such a primitive manner. Being fed after fasting for ages unlocked a rudimentary part of his brain. The elf swallowed hard, lips stained with the taste of copper, a thin red veil coating his mouth. Per her request, he gave her mercy from his selfish play. The bombardment simmered into a kiss to exchange their spoils within a sloppy rhythm. The direction of his mind seemed to have pivoted. Now his body couldn’t get close enough to hers, as much as he tried.

The inside of her eyelids shone a red velvet curtain. A shade not unlike the almost blackened hue of blood trailing down her chest. Catching shimmers of its highlights and plush, as if lit by bulbs of light in her mind’s eye. Enveloping everything until she was enraptured by pure endorphins. Cushioning the blow of her feelings until there was nothing more but pleasant horizons and hands to hold. Coziness in the desire of being wanted and the ephemeral homestead created for a bit. Until Astarion tore back the curtains.

Her eyes shot open. Reality rapid in its arrival and sunshine forcing her pupils to re-adjust. Thomasin fell victim to gravity’s disposal. Her body was propped up languid against tree bark. Its surface skid along her flesh until she could lower just enough to ease herself atop a bulbous protruding root.

The conclusion wasn't her untimely demise. Astarion wasn’t dragging her off to the guillotine, but that meant there was a different ending to this. He hadn’t thought that part through. The elf had thrown himself backward shortly after her pleas, taking enough steps away to collect his thoughts, chest heaving with the pulse of vitality coursing through him. Enough to power him into an entire night of mania if he wasn’t careful. With his back to her for these few brief seconds, he could think. His hand ran through his hair, dislodging tangles in the midst of his now disheveled facade.

“Are you okay?” Thomasin eventually said.

Her voice made his ears perk up. The question grounded him, the material realm known for being all too punctual. He palmed his mouth to wipe away any lingering blood and tucked his shirt back into his trousers posthaste. What little grooming he could conjure up before turning around. He grinned back at her, toothy and elated. Polar opposite to the disorientation on his expression not a second before.

“You think something is wrong after that performance?” He promptly gave two claps. “Would be offensive to not applaud.”

Despite his avoidance and fidgety demeanor, Thomasin decided to not pry. Her own knees were buckled. Emotion scrambled. What words she had uttered would be her own to contend with later, she proposed and shoved aside.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this,” she said, humoring him as she buttoned her blouse back up.

Astarion scoffed. “Gods, no. As if your gambling woes are going to become my problem. Encouraging your bad decisions is far more fun.”

Thomasin laughed, weakened by all their efforts, and proceeded to unhinge her jaw to speak. By the time she made a noise, she noticed he was already starting to walk back up the trail.

“Wait, you don’t want–”

“Nothing you’re going to dig up here is of my tastes, love! Still, grand efforts!” he cheered, volume rising as he went further and further along. “Dig up an old bottle of vintage and maybe I’ll bite my tongue! Good luck!”

And like that, she let him leave uninterrupted, rolling her head back and letting out a deep sigh.

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rainbow18 · 3 months

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What “I Hate Chili Dogs” really means.

I know that a lot of fans may have laughed and said it’s just to spite Sonic but it is an important quote. In fact, it’s crazy that People heard it and still look at Nine and say “He’s Tails if He Hadn’t met Sonic and/or was more Independent”. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

Nine was literally made out of Tails’s Love for Sonic and he’s Taken Tails’s admiration and dependance to the extreme.

Nine has blue and yellow lines to represent Sonic + Tails. Nine was given the backstory of being bullied because that’s how Tails Met Sonic.

Unconsciously or not, Nine often copies Sonic. (Which is where the unintentional comparisons to Eggman came from. Sonic has some similarities to Eggman so when Nine copies Sonic, he came across as a copying Eggman.)

Nine’s battle/you ticked me off pose was meant to be reminiscent of Sonic’s own pose.

Both were disgusted by what the other wanted them to be like.

Both had a giant accident while trying to help, which led to characters vanishing. (Said characters even look identical and shut their eyes as they vanish.)

Both broke the prism despite being told to wait.

Both are cocky and don’t like listening to others.

Both wanted the other to move to their preferred place.

Both were the other’s morality pet.

Both considered their favorite place to be the best and they looked down on the other locations.

Both gave the other multiple chances to change their minds.

Both don’t like it when they get called a different species.

Both began collecting things that they don’t own and endangered others in an attempt to fix their accident.

Sonic projected the Prime Characters onto the shattered Characters whereas Nine decided to project Sonic and the other hypothetical friends onto the Grim Robots.

It wasn’t until the finale that either of them began verbally accepting responsibility for their actions that led to the destruction of everything.

I could provide more, but you get the idea. This is also why Nine is the only shattered character that has a somewhat similar flashback to one of Sonic’s.

From Tails, Nine unconsciously knew Sonic was supposed to be there. It’s why they have the same passcode, 1992. For Tails, that was an important year because he met Sonic while Nine symbolically kept it to try to remind Sonic they are supposed to be friends.

However friends can’t be “All take, no Give.” Throughout the entire time, Sonic kept trying to encourage Nine to not just be like Tails, but also like himself.

He talked about sharing Chili Dogs, even though, Nine prefers juice and Tails likes Juice + Mint Candy.

While he did say “Just like the real Tails”, Sonic first mentioned himself. He also mentioned Nine being like him again later.

He told Nine to ignore Shadow even though Nine was interested in Shadow because He wanted Nine to copy his habit of ignoring/dismissing Shadow.

In general, Sonic attempts to encourage Nine to copy his habits.

He always tried to nudge Nine to help others.

When pleading with Nine, Sonic often focuses on what he wants.

Back in Nine’s Lives, Sonic went along with the others plan. Then when Sonic tried making another deal, where Nine “Hands over the prism, joins them, save the Shatterverse and have Chili Dogs”.

The thing is, What does Nine get out of this stuff? This is all what SONIC likes.

Sonic is the one who would have the entire Paradox Prism unless the Chaos Council or Dread steals it.

The people in question don’t like Nine or The Grim. Nine doesn’t like being with others much in general.

A Chili Dog isn’t going to help The Grim or give Nine or the others an attitude adjustment.

So Nine screamed “I HATE CHILI DOGS” because in his eyes, Sonic was only vocally caring about himself and his wishes.

It’s the same story every other time that Sonic pleads.

The first time? Sonic first requested for Green Hill to be saved. Then he mentioned the shatterspaces. No mention of The Grim until around the end and even then, it was to criticize Nine.

The rest of the times, Sonic mentions the Shatterverse as a whole but not mentions of specifically helping The Grim or working on what Nine wants.

During their reconciliation, for the first time, Sonic was acknowledging what Nine wanted and apologizing for not caring about it. Fittingly, Nine’s hair began going outwards, like it did back when he was supposed to meet Sonic.

Also For the first time, Sonic was verbally acknowledging that Nine doesn’t have to be like him or Tails.

Sonic also protected Nine from the others and told them to leave Nine alone while he stayed with Nine. Which was the deal to save the Shatterverse. Fittingly, Nine’s hair went back to normal as that’s what Sonic was supposed to do back in Nine’s Lives.

#sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #sonic nine

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thefinalcinderella · 3 months

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Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 6 - Genuine (Part 2)

My brain as I was translating this: what is bro yapping about

also please don't ask me to clarify anything that happened in this chapter, i also have no idea. i'm pretty sure only the author knows 😂all i know is that they were definitely doing kyudo.

TW: suicide mention

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

A saijiki is an almanac of Japanese seasonal terms used for poetry

Asahina's name (朝日奈) contains the characters for morning sun

Adults (成人) and saints (聖人) have the same reading (seijin)

A box-like structure where rain shutters are stored when not in use

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Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you.

Don’t laugh and just listen to me.

The competitors from both schools met face to face at the prefectural finals. The sky began preparations to show off its triumphant end.

Asahina and Minato faced each other.

“Looks like ‘Minahead’ worked. Thanks.”

“Please don’t make surprise attacks like you did the other day.”

“Hahaha, sorry. The protection around you was strong, so that was the best I could do.”

Eddie pushed up his hair. “We have no need for superstition anymore.”

“That’s right, partner.”

Asahina and Eddie bumped elbows. They were like children who played a secret prank on their parents.

Haneina’s coach, Tsucchi, and Masa-san faced off.

“My archers are in top form. We’re going to win.”

“I don’t know about that. Kazemai can use the wind, after all.”

“I don’t want any funny tricks. Show us what you can do.”

“Go easy on us.”

The archers from both schools entered the shajo with orange and yellow-green headbands tied around their heads.

Haneina High School had Eddie, Matsuda, Kanuma, Igarashi, and Asahina.

Kazemai High School had Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato.

They each stepped onto the shooting line and spread their legs.

The oomae of Haneina was Eddie. His golden hair fluttered in the sun. Spreading his white wings, the archangel descended upon the land of the east. The eccentric was an assumed figure, and the truth was revealed.

He objected to the strange land of Japan, where everyone wore matching outfits to find jobs. Who told them to wear black? Was it because it wouldn’t stand out even if they settled down in a graveyard? Those who prepared loyalty tests for the company would have been promoted and given a nice apartment. Ceasing to think for yourself was what politicians wanted you to do. Misguided servility made the conceited even more fattened. If you were going to dance the same dance, then dance in your own colors.

The arrow was aimed at the demon’s heart. But Eddie and Kaito hit the center.

Next was Matsuda on the second target. One day, a house party was held. The servants, who were usually unsmiling, broke out into big smiles as soon as the host appeared in the room. Before he knew it, everyone in the room had smiles pasted onto their faces. “Supporting the disabled is my purpose in life. We are very concerned about you. With this product, you can reduce your anxiety about your future,” they whispered, but the bow made no distinction between the disabled and the able-bodied. The love that asked for nothing in return was always there.

The released arrow shattered the window glass. Ryouhei followed as well.

Kanuma on the third target opened his haiku saijiki. (1) Beautiful phrases that reflected Japan’s weather, astronomy, geography, and human affairs were lined up side by side. The finely honed senses of their ancestors that resided in each phrase hadn’t faded away even now.

Words were twisted, woven, knitted, and tied together. Weaving brocade was the living wisdom and culture of creatures without fur. The clothes we wore revealed our environment and thoughts. Those who could manipulate words and know the hidden power of words could transcend the concept of time and fly to the moment at any time. Right now, Kanuma has composed a song.

Kanuma and Seiya summoned tsurune.

Brain, be deceived. Make a miracle happen.

Taking the sound of the matooto as a signal, Igarashi raised his bow. Anyone could step into his flower garden. Flowers such as bellflowers, gentians, and campanulas were preferred, and the bells rang when the wind blew. Bees and butterflies frolicked amidst the flowers, grass lizards and rainbow-colored lizards lay in the grass, and red-flanked blue tails rested on the branches. He picked the withered flowers and thinned out overcrowded foliage. A garden that took time to grow was a treasure. Igarashi applied that image to his own bow. He slept every night holding his bow, of which only one existed in this world.

As Igarashi and Nanao’s arrows flew, flowers bloomed along the path.

In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo gasped. Since there were a lot of hits in quick succession, they braced themselves so they wouldn’t miss the chance to cheer.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.”

“Both schools are sparkling.”

“This is exactly what ‘brilliance’ is.”

The ochi Asahina, as his name suggested, was the embodiment of the sun. (2) His red hair burned in the twilight.

Fire.

Fire knew what you had done.

It also knew the name and face of your accomplice.

If you wanted to purify yourself, go to the sea. If you wanted power, go to the mountains. Whichever path you chose, he would be a torchbearer and a guide. Heaven watched the deeds of those who lived on earth. Three children were born out of the fire. At any given time, there existed something that recorded the events on earth. Memories that were passed down became stories.

Asahina and Minato released their arrows.

For the second shot, nobody missed.

For the third short, the sound of the matooto didn’t cease.

The wind blew through the kyudojo, where conversation and even breathing were taboo.

Where was the wind going? Who was it bringing with it?

A memory of a day he spent with Masa-san flashed through Minato’s mind.

Yata Forest, where the crescent moon hang in the deep blue sky. The sound of rustling leaves sounded like the trees were welcoming them as the two walked along the white path illuminated by moonlight.

“Masa-san, there’s something I want to tell you. I had a strange experience a long time ago. I haven’t even told Seiya and Ryouhei about it. They’ll probably think I’m crazy or just laugh at me and say I was dreaming. Will you listen to me?”

“I will.”

“You won’t laugh?”

“I won’t.”

Minato took a deep breath.

“I was a bit out of it that day, and when people told me that it was Setsubun today, I was like, ‘Huh?’ It seemed like I got the date wrong by a day, and I had no memory of the day before Setsubun.”

“Hmm.”

“After scattering the beans, I slept like usual, and the next thing I knew, I was paralyzed. My arms and legs were numb, and I couldn’t move my body at all. While I was panicking, I heard three sounds. It kind of sounded like something used in an old sci-fi movie. Then, all of a sudden, a beam of light hit me from right above my head to my feet with a ker-wham. Just as I was thinking Oh crap, what do I do, I heard the three sounds again, and then I was hit on the top of my head with a wham. I still couldn’t move my body, so I was thinking about reciting the Heart Sutra when my dad woke me up. Apparently I was crying out in my sleep.”

Masa-san’s eyes widened. He burst into laughter.

“So you laughed at me after all. I’m a chuunibyou even in my dreams.”

“No, I was laughing at the onomatopoeia. I wasn’t laughing at what you said.”

“Are you telling the truth?”

“I had a similar experience. I never told anyone about it, so it’s a secret.”

Masa-san began speaking.

I’ve told you before that when I was in my third year of high school, I got target panic and my master gave up on me. I’ve also told you that in my first year in university, my father sent me a notification of my brother’s death, but actually, when I was nineteen, I got into an argument with my master. I declared that I will never forgive the person who made my brother disappear and that I will take revenge, but my master just lectured me in the usual way, saying that revenge was a foolish thing and that my anger will burn me to death. I asked him why he had been ignoring it until now, and why is it that you, my own family, didn’t understand me. I showered my master with the hateful words that should have been directed towards my father. That ended up being our final conversation.

When I was twenty, in my second year of university, my master passed away. I overcame my target panic and received invitations from several kyudo schools to join them, but I had lost sight of the significance of drawing the bow. I kept asking myself why I was drawing a bow—and then I realized it. No, I finally admitted it. I wanted to be acknowledged as an archer by my “master Yasaka,” no one else. And that will never come true.

In the spring of my third year, I completed shooting a hundred arrows, but all I felt was a sense of emptiness. My father casually sent us letters, as if he was unaware of the despair and threat he posed to us. Was it okay to just do nothing? Would I have no choice but to take these negative feelings with me to the grave?

As summer approached, I began to deeply regret the last words I spoke to my master. Every time I entered the kyudojo, my body became stiff, and I found it hard to breathe. Before I knew it, I couldn’t sleep soundly, and the doctor’s comforting words and medicine didn’t make me feel better. My mother, unable to just watch, took me to a temple in Shikoku.

The chief priest was a quiet person. He read sutras in the morning and sat in front of the Buddha at noon and night. He would visit me from time to time, and we would talk about casual everyday things before going home. During that time, I remained lying on my bed.

Several choruses of cicadas passed by. Everything that lived was covered in shame, and I longed to disappear, but I couldn’t commit suicide for the sake of the family I would be leaving behind. At night, I closed my eyes, hoping that I would never wake up again. If I could at least forget everything, I could live.

I closed my mouth in the morning and laid down on the ground during the day and night.

Sleepless days. I couldn’t escape the memories that replayed over and over again.

One night, as I was looking back on my life and regretting every detail, I heard a voice coming from the upper left corner of my head. Just a single “Good.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

It was a strange feeling of empathy with each other.

Ah, that’s right. Someday, when the time was right, I can tell others about this day. When the truth dwells in Minato’s words.

When Masa-san finished, he grinned.

This was a secret between master and disciple.

“Good.”

The sixth voice was heard.

With three scales, arrows of light descended from the heavens and pierced through Minato’s body. His whole body went numb and his head became hazy.

The sounds came again.

When he decided to “come,” the arrows passed through his body and spread from the soles of his feet to the ground.

Meigen. That was the sound of the dawn.

Three sounds and arrows of light fell from the sky.

The arrows of light pierced my body.

The ultimate goal of kyudo was “the true, the good, and the beautiful.” True archery didn’t lie, deceive, or betray.

Truth in archery was proven by the brilliance of the bow, the tsurune, and hitting the target. What was true was beautiful, and what was good was also beautiful. Once you met the genuine article, you would never be confused again.

Hayake—Yips was a state in which the body became warped due to accumulated fatigue and stress, and the brain ends up malfunctioning. That was why beginners didn’t get target panic. It occurred when the brain remembered the experience of failure so strongly that it issued an emergency alert every time those memories replayed. This became a regular occurrence, and if proper treatment wasn’t taken, it would only get worse. In archery, hayake was called “target panic,” and it was an accurate description of this sickness.

The solution was to regulate one’s breathing. It was to get rid of the distortions in one’s body and allow the brain and body to rest.

There were actually very few people who could maintain a natural and comfortable posture. Regulating the autonomic nervous system and improving the functioning of the central nervous system was the key to good health. The autonomic nervous system referred to the nerves that were responsible for unconscious processes such as pulse, breathing, and digestion. The sympathetic nervous system was dominant during the day, and the parasympathetic nervous system was dominant when sleeping at night. The central nervous system were the nerves that acted like a command center, issuing commands to various parts of the body.

Anxiety and fear were a kind of self-protective instinct. Once living things experienced something scary or painful, they tried to avoid it next time. When it was overreacted to, they became stuck in the memories of the past, worried about the future, and unable to take even a step forward.

When you drove a car, you got too scared to drive if you thought about what would happen if you caused an accident. You made sure you were in good physical condition and inspected your vehicle before driving. Even so, if you caused an accident, you would have to pay for it for the rest of your life. If you were willing to accept all of that, everything else would become possible.

Cars run on gasoline or electricity, but what did the human body need to move? Oxygen. Oxygen produced heat. “Breathing” was an important way to obtain oxygen efficiently. Because modern people breathed with their chests, they were unaware that they were about to drown due to the lack of oxygen in their brains.

Let’s slowly take a deep breath.

You could see what you couldn’t see before.

You could touch what you couldn’t touch before.

The days I spent with you.

The days I will spend with you from now on.

Who should I thank for this happiness?

Right now, I’m breathing.

Blessed are the creatures that shed their fur.

They have rented lodgings on earth and eaten many lives.

Now, I offer a moment of silence.

The fourth shot began. The ten’s heartbeats grated.

Gradually, slowly, the surroundings were dyed in green, like vines were creeping around. This place, with its spreading leaves and blooming orange flowers, was just like the earth after humans have left.

Those who gathered in the Land of the Rising Sun. Kaito, who had just been born, let out a single cry. The roar that announced the joy of birth hit right in the middle of the target.

Ryouhei also raised his voice. What beautiful stars, what delightful companions. Now, let’s set off. Let’s row the boat. What kind of place would the new continent be? What kind of encounters await us?

Seiya followed suit. I knew you were worried about me. I was taking advantage of your kindness. Thank you for being by my side. Thank you for getting angry.

Nanao was enjoying himself, happy, and sun��. The place I belong is where I draw my bow. I want it, I want it, I want it. But it didn’t come true. I got an abode that I should have given up sometime ago. Someone whispered to me that it’s okay to stay here, that there’s no need to leave so quickly. When he blew a whistle, the matooto resounded at the azuchi.

Minato was standing on the earth.

We are temporary residents who are renting a part of the earth.

His memory flew back to a few weeks ago, to something Saionji had said with blooming azaleas behind him.

“Narumiya-kun, please try to explain the ‘Heart Sutra’ to me.”

“Yes. The universe is emptiness. If you think something exists, it exists. If you don’t think it exists, it doesn’t exist. You can see it if you try to see it, and you can’t see it if you don’t try. It’s dyed in every color, and it’s not dyed in any color. The mind is emptiness. The mind is the body, and the body is the mind. Although they are considered different things, they used to be one and the same. The ‘box’ that is me contains all the necessary software. Now, recite the password called an incantation and open the box. The box will then start up normally.”

“That’s a bold interpretation. It’s very interesting. Continuing studying in that vein.”

“Thank you very much.”

“It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about how you feel. That is the answer of the current you. Religion was originally meant to be a guidebook to help you live a better life.”

The mind and body were the same person.

The heart was responsible for pumping blood, the stomach was responsible for digesting food, and the brain was responsible for thinking. All were functions of internal organs, and each had a role. It was just that the roles were divided, and it didn’t mean that the brain was the best and the others weren’t. Confusion arose because only the brain was viewed as special.

Humans tended to rely on vision when obtaining information, and were creatures who liked to take things apart before observing them. However, if you were too short-sighted, you would lose sight of the true essence. If you take a step back, you could see the whole thing. Man and woman, good and evil, the surface and below, real and imaginary numbers, joy and anger, sadness and healing, health and illness, life and death, meetings and partings. Dualism was just one classification method, and the classification depended on the time and situation.

The two couldn’t be separated. They were intertwined from the start.

They were one from the beginning.

A spell was a mysterious word that went beyond human comprehension. Although words could be shown to have special power, the basis for the current phenomenon couldn’t be explained. Because it was “power beyond human understanding,” it was difficult for ordinary people to understand, much less put into words. Just because you couldn’t see, hear, or quantify it doesn’t mean that it “didn’t exist.” It was only latent, not yet manifested.

A text that had been simplified by an expert in the field by only extracting the important points was, on the contrary, even more difficult for beginners to understand. Rewording the text into concrete episodes, in other words, accumulating stories, helps to deepen understanding. Stories were the perfect tool to convey something. It was hoped that someday, someone would explain it in an easy-to-understand text.

Minato and Asahina’s arrows pierced their targets.

Ten people. Forty perfect hits.

This was in the exact region of a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

Viewing this amazing scene, there was a standing ovation in the spectators’ seats.

Ren, who was watching in the stands, squeezed his hands. Seiya’s brother Gaku hugged himself.

“It looks cold. How long will this continue?”

“…I hope it doesn’t end like this.”

No winner was decided, so it became a shoot-out. Each archer released a shot, and the school with the most hits won. If it couldn’t be determined in one round, it was repeated until the ranking was decided.

The oomae had begun to raise their bows.

Roaring bows. Arrows that cut through the wind. Summoning thunderclouds, colorful dragons swam through the archery range.

Dizzingly clear paths of light bounce, dance, and splashed. Legendary creatures ran to the end without turning around or stopping. The “insect” contained in the kanji for “wind” and “rainbow” meant dragon, and although they were feared as gods in the East and monsters in the West, they weren’t influenced by human expectations. Each went their own way. Their colors and speeds were different, but they all arrived at one place—somewhere bright.

Once more, everyone hit.

The people watching the ten, who never missed, felt a thirst in their throats. What were they witnessing? Did something like this truly exist? Were they becoming witnesses to history?

Kaito, Ryouhei, Seiya, Nanao, and Minato faced the target.

The five melted into one and returned to that day. They were hearing Greensleeves.

Minato was talking to his mother in a dream.

“This song is about the moment when a disciple told their master the answer to a problem, right? I think the moment the master heard this, they smiled with joy.”

Greensleeves was a “Song of Naru.”

After completing his trials, the boy became an adult.

It was a rite of passage, an initiation.

Farewells and encounters were one and the same. On the winter solstice, the sun died and was reborn. Rather than having two sides, rather than being parallel, it was a chaotic thing that blended and mixed together. Today was like yesterday, and tomorrow was like today. Time didn’t exist there.

“Goodbye” was a magic word. It was devised from the beginning.

The sound of knocking on the door. A ringing sound.

Yearning, chasing, wishing.

Cowering, struggling, being doubted, despised.

Raging, despairing, cursing.

When you repent, mourn, accept death…

And give up.

Bow your head, love, and forgive. The door finally opens.

With a “welcome.”

Love meant forgiving yourself and others.

Could you embrace the person in front of you who you hated so much that you wanted to kill?

Those who cleared this final task were called “adults (saints)”. (3)

Admiration for the opposite sex and affection between parents and children were biological desires based on the perpetuation of descendants, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to love someone who had been kind to you. True friendship was rare and beautiful. Those who walked on the same path, master and disciple and friends. The two would be on a journey that would never end. The only difference was whether one went first or went later.

Even if one, two, three, or even four people finished, the match wasn’t decided.

The fifth, Asahina and Minato, began to raise their bows. They opened their chests wide and stretched their limbs in all directions. Two crosses emerged in the shajo dyed by the sunset. The boys flew into the sky. Migratory birds passed between the clouds, rivers meandering across the land, and cows grazing. A dragonfly rested its wings on the tip of an ear of wheat and flew away, seemingly uninterested in human activity.

A beautiful bow with a length unparalleled in the world. That was a divine implement. The sacred instrument inherited by archers chose its user. It looked for those with clear, unclouded eyes. The sun was a form of unconditional love. An existence that shined on everyone, both good or bad, without distinction. The Japanese called that star Amaterasu Oomikami.

When Minato’s arrow was sucked into its target, Asahina gently brought down his bow.

It was at that moment that Kazemai High School’s victory was decided.

Exclamations and screams arose at the long battle. The applause and cheers were deafening. In the stands, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, Seo, and Gaku were crying.

Kaito and Eddie, Ryouhei and Matsuda, Seiya and Kanuma, Nanao and Igarashi, and Minato and Asahina bumped gloves.

Asahina laughed. “That was so much fun. Let’s do it again.”

“Yeah, I had fun too.”

After they finished leaving the shajo, the first years Kanbayashi and Himuro ran up to them, and the members of Kazemai High School’s kyudo club hugged each other’s shoulders.

Minato and Kaito were screaming.

“Woooooooo!”

“Yeaaaaaah!”

“You don’t have to do your yagoe here. You’re hurting my ears,” Seiya chided them, but made no move to remove their hands from his shoulders. Ryouhei put his weight on them, causing the seven to lose their balance and collapse to the ground.

Nanao’s eyes were wet with emotion. It was not a little frustrating for him to be left out of the lineup in the preliminaries. He didn’t want to admit that he was frustrated, not wanting to show such an uncool part of himself, and unconsciously tried to keep up appearances. The other members all noticed this. They had the same feelings. Kaito, Seiya, Minato, Ryouhei, and even Himuro and Kanbayashi patted Nanao on the head. Nanao did the same thing back to them. Tommy-sensei watched the seven boys with a smile as they seemed to return to their childhood. Masa-san picked Nanao up and walked around with him. “Pick me up too!” Ryouhei badgered him.

The appearance of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club was deeply etched into people’s memories.

After the awards ceremony, Kazemai prepared to go home. The support group that brought the cars walked ahead, followed by the club members. The championship cup was held by the president, Seiya.

The feeling of elation couldn’t be contained. The scenery they usually saw was more color saturated and lacked a sense of reality. On the stage of the finals, all five of them achieved six shots without missing. This was exactly a dream came true.

As they were leaving the kyudojo, the Kirisaki members came to congratulate them. The Young Prince’s eyes were more melancholic than usual.

Ryouhei put his arms around Kaito and Nanao’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’m still excited. I feel like running.”

“Alright, let’s run home.”

“You guys are gonna get wiped out if you do that,” Kaito said, but he couldn’t remain still either and started walking faster.

Minato, Kanbayashi, and Himuro formed the tail end of the group. After the match, they walked slowly from exhaustion.

“I’ve been inspired. I’m going to become an archer like Narumiya-senpai.”

“You’re making too much of me. I’m not even close to Masa-san or Shuu.”

“All three of you are amazing.”

Himuro nodded wordlessly.

“Kyah, I’m sorry!”

Someone appeared, interrupting Minato and the others’ conversation. A girl passing by bumped into him when he wasn’t looking, it seemed. The contents of the plastic bottle she was holding spilled onto Minato, and he wiped the liquid with his sleeve.

“Your collar got soaked. Do you want to change?”

“Some of it got into my mouth, but it seems to be just water. It’ll dry right away.”

By the time they finished loading their bags into the car, Minato felt sluggish. He felt nauseous, and his whole body was itching. When he looked at the inside of his arm, he saw that a rash had broken out.

“What’s wrong with me? I feel itchy, and kinda sick…”

“Your neck is turning red! Should I call Takehaya-senpai? He might have some medicine.”

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ll wait until we get back.”

But soon, Minato was crouching down in a corner of the parking lot. Seiya, noticing that Minato and the others were acting strange, rushed over. Minato was clutching his throat as he crouched.

“What’s wrong, Minato!?”

“…I don’t know, but I feel sick and lightheaded.”

“Could it be heatstroke? Do you have a fever? How’s your stomach?”

“It’s hard to breathe…my throat…”

His voice was raspy and his breathes came in short gasps. Nanao rubbed Minato’s back, and the other members formed a human barricade to guard him. From Seiya’s perspective, he was experiencing system symptoms such as nausea, sweating, dizziness, rashes, and shivering. What was going on?

Seiya’s brother Gaku, who had gotten into the car earlier, also ran over and put his nose on the back of Minato’s neck.

“Seiya, wait. It’s really faint, but he smells different than usual. …It’s an unpleasant smell. What is this, ginkgo fruit?”

Seiya and Ryouhei looked at each other.

“Minato’s allergic to ginkgo!”

“That’s right. A long time ago, when our families went to pick ginkgo fruits, we were shocked when Minato got a rash even though he never touched them with his bare hands.”

“But there aren’t any ginkgo fruits this time of year,” Gaku murmured. “Are these symptoms of anaphylactic shock?”

Seiya’s expression froze.

Anaphylactic shock was a condition in which an allergic reaction to food or other allergens caused a drop in blood pressure and deterioration of consciousness.

Masa-san pushed through the human barricade and went to Minato. He was lying limp in the laps of Kanbayashi and Himuro. His face was chalk white.

“Sorry about this, Minato.”

Masa-san suddenly lifted up Minato’s hakama and pushed something that looked like a thick pen into his thigh. There was a click sound. Seiya widened his eyes, and Kanbayashi blinked rapidly.

“It’s a self-injection of adrenaline. I’m allergic to wasp poison, so I carry it around with me.”

Gaku got out his phone. “Coach Takigawa, thank goodness. Don’t worry, I’ll get him to the hospital right away.”

The injection seemed to have worked, and after a while Minato was able to sit up on his own. His breathing had settled down, and it seemed that his life was no longer in danger. Minato was escorted to the hospital by the Takehaya brothers.

Afterwards, the dashcam in one of the parents’ cars parked in the parking lot showed the girl who was holding the bottle. Despite repeated appeals that the water in the bottle was suspicious, the case was shelved without much investigation, as it was assumed that Minato had just accidentally ingested food that he was allergic to.

Seiya had a pained expression on his face.

“I know someone whose hobbies include hacking into surveillance camera data and using AI to analyze internet articles. The girl from the dashcam is a Kuon devotee. We also confirmed contact between a detective and a Kuon family servant. Apparently, the detective got their hands on ginkgo fruits from a university lab. It seems like there are all sorts of people at Kuon’s house.”

“Why Minato?” Ryouhei asked.

“It’s probably jealousy. The Young Prince only has one brother disciple. No one can take Minato’s place.”

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo stamped on the ground in frustration.

“I can’t believe we can’t do anything even though we know that much.”

“It’s frustrating.”

“Yeah, I feel you. But wouldn’t it also be bad if the hacking is discovered?”

Masa-san, who had been listening silently until then, rubbed his cheek.

“We have to punish him hard for this.”

Kuon was spending the weekend at the villa.

“Has that woman’s identity been exposed? How useless. Hmm, no need to bother with a orthopedic surgeon’s son and a bunch of commoners.”

His phone rang, and the screen displayed a certain person’s name.

It was Fujiwara Shuu.

“Kuon Takumi, will you apologize to Minato?”

Perhaps it was because he was calling from somewhere far away, but there was so much noise in the background that it was hard to hear.

“What are you talking about? I’m on vacation right now. Do you mind if I ask you to refrain from calling?”

“He’s heading your way right now. I’m not going to be able to stop him.”

“He?”

Asahina and Eddie had pinpointed Kuon’s location. He was in a richly decorated mansion deep in the mountains. The heavy doors opened.

Masa-san leisurely walked from the central entrance to the front stairwell. A female servant of the mansion, suspicious of the smiling, cheerfully walking stranger, called out to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you a guest?”

“Hey there, young lady. I’m glad you seem to be doing well.”

“I’m afraid that I cannot let you through to the next room.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m very close to Takumi-kun.”

Masa-san smiled softly, and the servant felt cold air blowing on the back of her neck. Contrary to his words, his quiet anger was something that couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard he tried.

The woman screamed. “Takumi-sama, there’s a suspicious person here! Somebody help!”

Kuon sensed the man’s impending presence and hurried outside.

Masa-san got behind the men guarding Kuon and slammed his fist into the back of his liver. He dodged another man’s kick, and when he fell to the ground with a heavy thud, Masa-san jumped over the stair railing.

All the while, Kuon was running at full speed. His pursuer closed the distance in the blink of an eye, and Kuon, panicking, tripped on the grass and fell. Despite this, he still crawled on the ground, trying to escape, but couldn’t move forward.

Masa-san grabbed Kuon by the nape of his neck.

“Swear that you’ll never lay a finger on Kazemai’s students again.”

“O-Okay. I swear, so let me go first.”

When Masa-san loosened his grip, Kuon raised himself up and faced him directly. Immediately after, he saw the shadow of a muscular man behind Masa-san. Masa-san punched him in the face without looking back.

Kuon clutched at the soil.

“Who the hell are you!? There’s no way an ordinary person can do that!”

“I’m sure you know that I’m Kazemai’s coach. A long time ago, I learned self-defense. You don’t seem to realize what you’ve done.”

“Isn’t it just a little bit of itchiness? A long time ago, I had a classmate who got itchy after eating eggs, but it cleared up after a week. Isn’t this just a child’s adorable prank?”

“Don’t tell me that you’ve done the same thing in the past? Allergies can be life-threatening if you don’t take care of them properly. What you did was equivalent to poisoning him. Lately, I haven’t been able to control myself…whatever will I do?”

Masa-san put his hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. He took out a permanent marker, and after removing the cap, he placed the tip of the pen on Kuon’s cheek.

Approximately ten seconds later, Kuon’s face was covered with the same pattern as the one on the powder container Masa-san had received from his master. Yes, depending on how you looked at it, it looked like a bikini.

The look in Kuon’s eyes changed when he saw Masa-san turn on his phone.

“No way, you’re going to take a photo?”

“A souvenir. I borrowed the pen from Kazemai’s president, and it turned out to be a very tasteful picture, if I do say so myself.”

“You lowly citizen! I’ll call Father!”

“As you requested, I’ve already called him. ‘My foolish son has wronged your friend. Please scold him on my behalf,’ he said and invited me to this villa. Now that I’ve taken some pictures, I think I’ll send them to the Kirisaki twins.”

“Father would never… S-Stop it! Doesn’t Buddhism tell you to not take revenge even when something is done to you? Your real job is being a monk, isn’t it?”

“Everyone keeps calling me a monk, monk, monk. I’m not a monk, I’m a priest!”

As Masa-san’s finger was about to slide across his phone’s screen, the wind created by a helicopter made the leaves and branches of the mountains shake. It was a tremendous amount of dust. When he looked up, the door of the low-flying aircraft opened.

Shuu jumped down. His pale eyelashes were swaying.

“Kuon, if you’re going to use the power of your family, I won’t hesitate to borrow the power of my family as well. Have you forgotten my name?”

“…Fujiwara-senpai.”

Minato also peeked out from the helicopter.

“Masa-san, stop! Don’t do anything more than that! I haven’t learned pro wrestling yet.”

“Good grief, my disciples are always too soft!”

Masa-san and Shuu stood in front of Kuon, who bowed his head in resignation.

Young leaves danced in the sky.

Members of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club gathered at the Yata no Mori Kyudojo.

A fleeting time of overnight practice. The warm sunlight that poured down upon them made them sleepy.

“Oh, what happened to the boys?” Tommy-sensei asked Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo.

“They went to see the dormouse.”

Masa-san pressed his hand to his forehead. “They got too much power, don’t they? Let’s get started on dinner.”

“Yes.”

Minato and his friends were in the forest. They were standing in front of an old mountain hut.

Nanao pointed to the door of the hut.

“At dawn, I volunteered to go look for Miyama stag beetles. Then, I saw it there.”

“Wow, that early morning walk was all about collecting bugs? I’m glad I didn’t go,” Ryouhei said, patting his chest.

Minato asked him to let him sit on his shoulders and peered through the gaps in the tobukuro.* It was a nostalgic scene for Seiya, who was watching them from the side as he waited for his turn to sit on Ryouhei’s shoulders.

“You guys are way too big to do little kid stuff like this,” Kaito said to Seiya.

“You don’t have to look, Kaito.”

“…I guess it’s fine to take just one look.”

Keyaki and Kanbayashi were searching around for new discoveries, and Himuro was listening to the voice of the forest’s master.

The mountains were shining.

The mountains were singing.

By the time the owl woke up from its sleep, Minato and the others had dinner.

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#tsurune #tsurune translation

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bluejaysandblackbats · 20 days

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To Touch Fate

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: Jason attempts to settle down in Southern Italy and live a civilian life.

Chapters: 14/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Original Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Terry McGinnis, Matt McGinnis

Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Angst, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd is a Father, Terry McGinnis is Batman, Retirement, Future Fic, Major Original Character(s)

Chapter Fourteen: Morning

Domenico woke the children for school while Jason finally drifted off. He dressed Dario and washed his face. “Ah! Look at you, Darius! You’re so handsome,” Domenico complimented as he held Dario to the mirror. Dario giggled, and Domenico held him on his hip. “Let me see your teeth.”

Dario smiled at him with teeth, and Domenico smelled his breath. “Coccolone? Where’s Papi?” Dario asked. Domenico showered him in kisses like Jason would’ve done.

“With Angel. Angel’s sick, so I’ll walk you to class. Papá’s staying home,” Domenico answered. He knocked on the twins’ door. “Hurry. We have to leave early, so we can stop at Nonno’s after we drop Darius off.” Cecelia slipped out of their room in red shorts, navy knee-high socks, and a short-sleeved yellow button-up with a navy collar.

“Can I wear this?” Cecelia asked. Domenico smiled and nodded.

“You look nice,” Domenico replied, “We’ll grab a snack at Nonno’s. Okay? Do you have everything you need?” Cecelia nodded.

“Katerina’s almost dressed. Did you want us to wake Claudia?” Cecelia asked. Domenico shook his head.

“Don’t wake her. It’s alright. I made their breakfast and left a note on the fridge. I called the community center and told them Papá wasn’t coming today. Can you write Papá a note telling him?” Domenico asked. Cecelia nodded and ran to the kitchen to write it on their family announcements notepad.

Domenico let Dario run off to grab his backpack while he sank to the ground in front of the twins’ room and covered his face. He blinked his tears away and crossed his arms. “Kitty, what’s wrong?” Domenico asked.

“Nothing. I’m buckling my shoes,” Katerina answered, “Do you want to come in?”

“No, thank you,” Domenico replied. Katerina opened the door and stood over him.

“What’s the matter?” Katerina asked.

Domenico sniffed and stood up, wrapping his arms around Katerina. “Nothing’s wrong,” Domenico lied, “I like your dress. You always look pretty in green.”

“You hate when I wear dresses because I can’t go to the gym with you. Why aren’t you irritated?” Katerina asked.

“No. We gotta come straight home anyway,” Domenico whispered, “And to answer your first question, I’m tired.”

“Is Papá okay?” Katerina asked. Domenico nodded.

“He’s better now,” Domenico answered, “Come on. Let’s go.”

Noemi stepped out of her room, half-asleep, and reached out blindly for a hug. Cecelia and Dario got to her first. “Good, you’re all ready,” Noemi smiled, “Who woke you?”

“Domonic,” Cecelia answered.

“Did you eat?” Noemi asked. Dario shook his head.

“Dom said we have to stop by Nonno Giorgio’s,” Cecelia explained. Katerina ran and hugged Noemi.

“Have a good day at school. I love you,” Noemi whispered, “I have to talk to Dom alone for a moment. Okay?” She gestured for him to come close.

Domenico approached with a bowed head. “ Yes, Mamma,” Domenico mumbled. Noemi smiled and lifted his chin with her knuckle.

“There’s no shame here. Look at me,” Noemi whispered. Domenico obeyed. “You aren’t in trouble. I wanted to thank you for being so responsible. I’m so proud of you.” Domenico smiled.

“Thank you, Mamma. It was nothing,” Domenico answered. Noemi wrapped her arms around him.

“I love you, and I know you’re a very busy man, so I’ll let you go,” Noemi smiled. Domenico nodded and led his siblings to school. Noemi went to the kitchen to make breakfast. She smiled when she noticed the note on the fridge. Jason crept out of his room and kissed Noemi’s cheek.

“Dom made breakfast. He must’ve gotten up two hours earlier than everyone else,” Noemi announced.

“Do you have time after breakfast to talk?” Jason asked.

“I have some time while the kids are asleep… Wait. You want to talk. Don’t you?” Noemi replied. Jason wrapped his arms around her.

“Yes. I mean talk,” Jason whispered, “It’s about Angelo.”

“Are his grades slipping?” Noemi asked.

“No. His grades are fine. I don’t know how to say this, but—.” Jason took a deep breath and explained what Angelo told him the night before. Noemi chewed her lip and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I was thinking—. Well, I wanna meet with the kid’s parents by myself… Gauge what kind of people they are—.”

“And then what?” Noemi interrupted.

“Easy. I wanna speak to the parents so I know how to handle them,” Jason explained, “And I promised Giorgio I’d keep you out of trouble.” Jason lifted her chin and gave her a single peck on the lips.

“Why don’t you want me to go with you?” Noemi asked in a sing-song voice.

“Because I’ve seen you angry, and it’s distracting,” Jason replied in a sing-song voice. Noemi crossed her arms. “Don’t look at me like that.” Jason picked her up and sat her on the counter.

Noemi chewed her lip. “Don’t be cute right now. Giasone—.” Jason kissed her neck, eliciting a giggle from her. She grabbed Jason by his shirt as he kissed her neck and chin, stopping before he could kiss her lips. Noemi shut her eyes and smiled. “What was I saying?”

“Do you wanna—?”

“Papi! Where’s DomDom?” Claudia cried as she ran down the hall. Jason took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

“Can we revisit this?” Jason whispered as he gestured from himself to Noemi. Noemi patted his cheek before hopping down from the counter. Jason scooped Claudia up, holding her above his head. “Dom had to go to school, but he probably left you a note. Did you check?” Claudia stopped crying and shook her head.

Noemi ripped the note from the pad. “Dom called the gym and said you won’t be in today… Oh! Here’s the note for Claudia,” Noemi cleared her throat. “Dearest biscottina, I made breakfast for you. Sorry. I didn’t wake you. Don’t be mad. Check under your pillow. I left some clues for you today. Try to find the surprise I left behind. Your big brother, Domenico.”

Jason set Claudia down, and she ran to her room, giggling. “Do you think—?”

“Giasone. I have to heat up breakfast… And Claudia has to brush her teeth,” Noemi replied, “And I have to check on Angelo… Tomorrow morning.”

Jason kissed her cheek. “Tomorrow morning it is,” Jason whispered.

“Claudia! I have to brush your teeth!” Jason called. Claudia gave Jason a handwritten note. “I left a note where the tooth fairy looks. Can you find the next clue where you take care of her treasure? (Sorry, I couldn’t make these rhyme).”

“What’s the answer, Papi?” Claudia asked. Jason took her to the bathroom and smiled at the note on the mirror.

“The bathroom. You have to brush your teeth. Isn’t it so nice of Dom to give you a game to play while he’s gone?” Jason smiled. He brushed her teeth, and washed her face. He gently applied face cream to her face and took the note off the mirror. Jason took her through her morning routine while they picked up clues. He dressed her in the outfit Domenico picked out and smiled at her building excitement. They stopped for breakfast, and Jason carefully tucked a handkerchief into Claudia’s collar.

“How’s Angel?” Jason asked. Claudia sat on Jason’s knee, eating her eggs.

“Angelo has the chills, but I made him drink some tea and have oranges with his medicine. He ate half his orange… Maybe you can get him to eat more later,” Noemi answered.

Jason nodded. “I’ll stop by Giorgio’s with Claudia and get him something he likes. Do you think he can stomach a melon gazpacho?” Jason asked.

“It’s his favorite. He’ll try,” Noemi replied, “How many clues do you have left, Claudia?”

“One more,” Claudia answered.

“Hm… I wonder what it is,” Jason whispered. Noemi cocked her head.

“You didn’t know about this?” Noemi asked. Jason shook his head.

“I haven’t talked to him since last night… Speaking of which, I need to talk to Angel later,” Jason mumbled.

“What does that—? Oh… No… Tell me he didn’t—.”

“We’ll talk later,” Jason interrupted. Noemi frowned and nodded.

#fic #batfam #batman beyond au #to touch fate fic #Jason Todd #Original Character(s)#Bruce Wayne #Terry McGinnis #Matt McGinnis #Jason Todd/Original Character(s)#Angst #Jason Todd-centric #Jason Todd is a Father #Terry McGinnis is Batman #Retirement #Future Fic #Major Original Character(s)

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Stars Above | 05

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: Does anyone else have a thing about personalized mugs? Like my go-to mug a few years ago was a Harry Potter mug, then I had a little pink mug with cat ears.... I just like the casual intimacy of people having these habitual objects they reach for, especially where it wasn’t bought specifically by them and there’s just something that draws them to it....

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Taehyung is watching the two occupants of your living room a little too intensely for you to be comfortable.

“Everything ok?” You inquire hesitantly, giving the pot of hot chocolate another stir. You have two pots going; one with almond milk for tae and the other with normal milk for you and the others.

He nods, still watching Nayeon and Jungkook with a scrutiny that borders on inappropriate; not that their unwarranted canoodling in the common space of the apartment is exactly appropriate. Still, Taehyung’s fixation is unusual.

“I just cannot seem to discern the pattern of social contact between your species.” He finally says, breaking his gaze away and turning to look at you. “In some situations it’s unwelcome to intiate, and yet in others it’s offensive if you refuse. Sometimes it’s between intimate relationships only and other times it’s between strangers. It’s quite difficult to determine the social codes that exist between you all.”

You hum thoughtfully, leaning against the counter. You don’t blame him for being confused, especially with a pair like Nayeon and Jungkook, who have been doing the almost-flirting-will-they-won’t-they dance for years now. They have insisted that they’re merely close friends, but then he comes over for a movie night and she spends the entire movie in his lap, like they are currently doing. Usually, you sit out their movie nights because being a third wheel is a bit awkward, but tonight Taehyung had wanted to join in and you didn’t want them giving him any strange ideas about human interactions.

“There’s no particular rules to it.” You admit sheepishly. “Every human is different and has different boundaries; to some, a hug doesn’t mean much but to others a hug is very special. Some people are all about physical affection and some hate it. If you want to know what’s ok, then you’d have to ask the individual; can I hug you, can I hold your hand, can I punch your arm, that sort of thing.”

Taehyung nods raptly, giving you that inquisitive stare that always makes you feel like he’s moments away from pulling out a notepad and pen and taking notes on what humans are like.

“It’s more similar to my planet than I anticipated.” He admits. “And yet it’s completely different at the same time.”

You begin to serve the hot chocolate into mugs; Nayeon has a hot pink mug that declares that she’s “the hottest bitch in town” in bold, black print, while Jungkook always chooses a soft, pastel yellow mug with little bananas scattered across the ceramic surface.

“What’s it like on your planet?” You question, crouching down to the cupboard to search for an appropriate mug for Taehyung; it’s a bit silly but you like the idea of everyone having their own, personalised mug, but as of yet you haven’t been able to select a suitable one for Taehyung.

“Well,” Taehyung begins, and you start when you sense his presence beside you. He reaches past you, his shirt sleeve brushing against your arm as he secures a pretty, mint green mug from the very back of the cupboard. “We have an extra sense that you humans don’t.” He explains, getting to his feet and setting the mug on the counter. There’s a little cartoon corgi puppy on it, rolled over and proudly showing its tummy. You straighten as well, accepting Taehyung’s mug so that you can fill it with his hot chocolate. “In our skin, we have special receptors that permit us to detect the emotional state of another. So when we have contact with another being’s skin, we can sense what signals are being released with regards to their mood.” He explains. He wiggles his fingers demonstratively.

“Really?” You ask. “Can you read my mood, then?”

“A little.” He admits. “I haven’t explored it too thoroughly in your kind; I was warned that such a thing would be very unwelcome and could potentially even trigger distrust and unease from those around me. But from the brief opportunities I have attained to explore this phenomenon, it seems that you give off similar signals, though you seem to lack the receptors to detect them. It’s rather fascinating, actually.”

You hold up your hand, scrutinising the skin of your palm as if you’d be able to see the signals Taehyung is talking about.

“So, you can tell if I’m happy or sad, by touching me?” You question with a wrinkled nose. He laughs and shakes his head.

“Basically.” He says. “I mean, it’s not like I am unable to do so without touching you; you humans are very expressive and it is easy to detect strong emotions remotely. On my planet, this ability is utilised as more of an empathy device.” He admits. “As in, it isn’t merely that I can sense your emotions, but rather, I can share them. Not as intensely as you yourself are experiencing. But enough to empathise strongly, at least.”

You pause to consider the concept. You yourself aren’t a touchy person; you don’t avoid it, but you don’t really seek it out, either. Whereas someone like Nayeon would probably die if she didn’t get at least one hug and hour. You hadn’t noticed Taehyung avoiding contact or anything, and you hadn’t noticed him as any less or more touchy than the average human; certainly he’s always been very touchy with you, grabbing your shoulder, leaning against you when you sit together. But in hindsight, he always seems to be bundled up- long sleeves, long pants. There’s certainly never been much opportunity for skin-to-skin contact.

“So touch is an empathy thing, for you guys?” You clarify. He nods, sipping from his hot chocolate as you gather the mugs on a tray. Your mug is a simple white one, with a little sunflower on it.

“Essentially. It serves a very special purpose.” He admits. “It’s rather comforting to know that someone can share in your pain. Or your happiness. So it’s really maintained between people who are very close.” He admits. And then he deflates a little as he follows you towards the living room.

“It’s a little lonely, not having that sense here.” He admits. It makes you pause, right before stepping into the living room.

You’re going to regret this; you know you are. Taehyung is like Nayeon; give them an inch and they’ll take a mile. But you’ve found yourself frustratingly susceptible to him for reasons you can’t quite discern, and the melancholic lilt to his tone makes your heart ache.

And so it is against your better instincts that you utter your next words.

“Well, I can’t offer to share your feelings. But if you wanna know what I’m feeling, then I guess it’s ok to touch me.” You say. “Sometimes.” You add hastily.

You step out into the living room before he can give you a reaction. If you did, you would have seen the thrilled smile that threatens to split his face.

It doesn’t take him long, from where he’s seated beside you on the couch, to inch his hand towards yours until his fingers brush yours.

And you tell yourself the flutter of your heart is from the romcom on the screen; not the tickle of his fingertips against yours.

You can only hope he thinks the same way.

#taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #v x reader #tae x reader #anis farewell

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Goldilocks & the Three Men, Part 5

Summary: will you live happily ever after with bears? And who saved you?

Pairings: Sam/Dean/Castiel X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, talks of werebears, mentions of a breeding kink, death of a major character, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2K

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“What did he tell you?” the shorter man almost screams at you. “Are you on the apples now?”

“Dean,” the taller one throws a hand out to place his hand to the other’s chest. “She’s in shock look at her,” he turns to look at you, “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean. Have you eaten apples today? They kinda favor using the apples. Being um…are you on apples?”

“No, I don’t think so. Not today.”

“Which ones have you eaten?” he asks calmly, walking closer to you.

“The first day in the woods, I had a bite of a green one, but they kept feeding me the red ones. They were baked in things.”

“Dammit. The green ones. Fucking Andy,” Dean holds his fingers in his eyes, his whole face scrunched up. “What did he tell you?”

“The green ones bind you to the…I’m stuck here, aren’t I?” both of them nod their head, and when Steve stirs a bit, Dean kicks him. “And they can make you fall in a deep sleep, or can be a deadly poison. And the red…is he really a bear? Have I been…I’m gonna be sick.”

“Werebear actually. The other two are harmless, minus a bit painful to the woman they want to mate with at first. From what they told us, you would get adjusted to it,” Dean gives you a bright smile, and then shakes his head. “This son of bitch won’t quit eating them. You’re like number…”

Sam looks over at you, and he sees your face fall, “Three. There was just three before you. You are the first one Mr. Baby has called to. We had hoped you wouldn’t answer. You had a strange pull, huh? The little black bear ate from the green apple tree?”

“A tree that no other tree is around. All of you are the same, see a cute bear, and you ate a stupid green apple because it did?” it’s true, you nod your head at him. You had figured if a bear was okay to eat the apple, you would be as well.

“What’s the deal with the apples?”

“Green ones equal poison. Certain death with potion, except true loves kiss. It keeps you in the woods. Not that it would have been easy to get out. Red ones can equal glamour. You get a kind of high from it. Your bears keep you fed with apples so you don’t see them shift. They can’t control it when they’re having fun. They want to mate with you, and judging by the looks of you, they have. He,” Dean points at Steve still passed out cold.

“He always halts the process. They’re the only werebears left. Trust me, we’ve looked. They want to have a den full of cubs. But that trash, he ate a yellow apple and now he can’t quit eating the girls.”

Sam gives his brother a smack, and you look around the woods, you didn’t miss it. “Yellow apples?”

“Dean, no.”

“The dark one, they’re his and his brothers,” you feel yourself going faint, but Sam catches you. “One of the brothers, he’s good. A good…”

A man appears in front of Dean, scowling at him. “She is an outsider.”

“So are we.”

“Dean, you can’t expect a human that has been brainwashed with apples to understand in one sitting.”

“Go on, do your thing. The big ones claimed her. Check and see,” Dean points over at you, and you watch horrified when the other man walks closer to you.

“I’m Castiel, I have no intentions of hurting you. Can I check your stomach?” unsure why, but a calmness washes over you, and you allow the man with kind blue eyes to touch your stomach. “You still have a choice. But I doubt you’ll change your mind. I see it in your eyes, you’ve fallen.”

“What does that even mean?”

“They want you to be a breeder for them,” Dean all but shouts. “They need to create more werebears.”

“What about…?” giving a point over to the past out Steve.

“Nothing can save him. Unless you kill him with some green apple potion, and if you’re his true love, it may reset him.”

“No!” Dean growls. “This is a joke. May reset him. His brothers said there’s no use. He had the yellow apples. No he’s corrupt. You can’t fix it. You can’t. And who told him the way to the yellow apples? Who had a vendetta against the bears? Hmm? They’re not even supposed to know about those damn things.”

Looking at Castiel, you start backing away. Needing to find Ari and Sy, and just pretend this was all a nightmare. With your severe distress, you feel a pull to find them. “I’ve never eaten the yellow ones,” Castiel informs you. “It’s a lot. Sam and Dean are human from the outside world. I brought them here. There’s…things throughout the woods. When they have all found their true love, mate, whatever, and we get rid of my brothers. Everything can go back. You’ll be given a choice to leave.”

“Who’s Andy?”

“The woodcutter,” Sam states dully.

“How did he cause the green apples?”

“Tried to cut the red ones down, it worked, but the green ones grew in its place, overnight, and the red one was bigger than ever. His brother Ransom…this curse is partially his fault,” Dean is always quick to divulge in more facts on the mysterious woods. Not caring how crazy it all sounds.

“So they’re princes?” all three nod at you. “Princes and faeries, Steve said. You’re a faerie?” you look only at Castiel, and with a smile he expands his wings. The bright white that almost looks silver spread out beautifully. They glitter, making the clearing at the apple trees glow.

“I am. My brothers, they’re wings are black as night. Tricksters. Don’t believe a word they say. They created the cruel joke of the apples. Shall we get you back home, miss? It’s late and I know your bears will start looking for you,” you start to ask about Steve, but Dean only grunts.

“It would be best just to kill him, but we’ll leave it up to them. If they’re wanting to give him another chance, that’s on them.”

“I have more questions,” you whisper as you grab ahold of Castiel’s arm, letting him lead you back to your cottage.

“I’m sure you do. Learning the origins of these woods would take more than one afternoon. Maybe while Sam and Dean are doing their job? We could have some apple tea, and start at the beginning.”

You look over to him, and he chuckles. “I’m only kidding. Just regular tea. And we’ll have to see what the daddy and papa want to do with Stevie and you.”

“Why me?”

“They’ll want to keep you, protect you. That’ll be one less person who has found their true love, and it could take longer to break the curse. If you stayed with us, you’d have to go to our bunker, and...you’ll be there an uncertain amount of time.”

“Wait…you’re talking about someone else with them?” you don’t like it. Don’t like the sounds of them being with anyone else. A deep jealousy of thinking about them with some else stirs in your belly, and you feel the bile move up your throat.

“Look at her eyes,” Dean points at you, and looks towards your eyes. “They really got to you, huh? We’ve never seen what happens if Steve doesn’t eat you. You’re willingly wanting to go back to them, knowing they just want to fuck you dumb and have you give them bear cubs?”

Him and Sam lift the body of Steve up as they join Castiel and you back to the homey cottage. Other than Steve feeling just right, there was a gut feeling that something was off with him. He always seemed to be lurking about waiting for his chance to pounce.

“You act like that is a bad life,” Castiel snorts out a laugh with Sam while Dean glares.

“Says the woman who just has to lay there, while me and Sammy have been killing tales and searching for the damn faeries for years. Just fighting the faeries, and nothing changes. Those damn apples. Andy had to try and chop down the tree and now we’ve got a bigger problem. And where’s Andy? Oh he’s just supposed to be guarding the trees. But one little sliver of red and he’s gone.”

“He’s ranting, again,” Sam whispers to Castiel. “He does this. We can’t find the lair. He thinks they’re keeping someone there.”

“Not someone, Sammy. My girl. I could happily do this damn job, but I have to be saddled up with the likes of you two. Alone. And then these tales, just keep getting these women from out there,” his body spins around in the forest looking. “And we have to stay single?”

“I mean there’s men that share one woman,” Sam points to you. “You could have seven.”

“Who would want that.”

“Oh it happening right now. She’s happy and exhausted. Protected and loved. Dean is a bit jealous. And I’m not sure why he thinks that they have a girl in a cage,” Castiel shakes his head. Looking into the distance you see the cottage, and even Castiel feels the glow coming off of you. “You feel it don’t you? Home.”

“I smelled her on the faeries. They have her wherever they’re hiding. She is there. She smells like…”

“Ari! Sy!” you scream at the two gigantic men. Rushing up to them, and they hold onto you tightly. They’re large hands feeling around you, and making sure you’re fine.

When they see who you’re walking with, they shove you behind them. “We told you we didn’t want trouble,” Dean and Sam drop Steve’s body down in front of them. “What did he do?”

“Trying to kill another one. She hasn’t taken. I warned you about his slimy ass,” grabbing up his axe, Sy walks closer to Steve, and Ari holds you tight against his chest. Trying to shield you from whatever Sy is doing.

Quickly he swings the axe high, and slams it on Steve’s neck. “Does that settle that?” Sy grunts out.

“Yes.”

“We’re no harm to anyone,” Sy moves back over to your body, lifting you up like a child and holds you tight to his body. His large mitt of a hand, smoothly running over your back.

“He was gonna eat her,” Dean looks over the dead body of Steve and stomps his foot. “I wanted to kill him.”

“You brought him here.”

“Can you keep your play thing from wandering around?” Sam gives you a crooked little smirk, and looks between your two bears. “It didn’t take. And she knows about the apples. Maybe don’t keep her doped up on them now. She also knows that you’re bears. Steve was changing without her on apples.”

With a final wave the two brother set off, chasing more tales, and extending his wings, Castiel flies into the canopy. The three of them still looking for the dark faeries. Those two big beefy men look at you, and Ari lets out a sighs, “you know we’re bears, and you’re still…”

“Ari, feel,” his hand presses up against your heart. “She’s got that glow. You’re home.”

“It feels right.”

“And you’re okay with giving us cubs?” Ari asks, his hand feeling around your tummy.

“Are you okay with not giving me apples all the time?”

Sy swings you around to carry you bridal style, giving you a jolly smile. “Goldie, you were passing out before we ever knotted in you, and that’s with the glamour. We’ll get there. And you’ll give us a house full of cubs?”

“I’ll give you whatever you need, if you just give me you two.”

“Do you think you can handle thick and big ole bears?” Ari’s mouth already starts connecting to your neck, a mixture of biting and kissing you. “Where are we going to sleep?”

“Steve’s bed,” you blurt out, and the both of them look at you oddly. “It felt just right.”

You have no doubt that these two werebears were going to do everything in their power to protect you, love you, and make sure you were kept full always. And without a doubt, the three of you (and hopefully a litter more) would live happily ever after!

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Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @missacidburn928 @grxvitye @kebabgirl67 @liecastillo @peaches1958 @siriusjohnpotter @tbhiddlestan83

#Goldilocks and the three men #goldilocks and the 3 men #modern day fairy tale AU #ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #captain syverson #syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year

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I DID IT I FINISHED ENTRELAZADOS S2

Ho. Ly. Fuck.

(Non Spoiler thoughts)

It was very cool with the 70s theme all around

Marco, Félix and Allegra make a quite iconic trio

We got no Greta and Bárbara content >:c Oh well at least they were there in the live show

I had a feeling about Clara… and I turned out to be right about her…

I am a bit nervous because they said that they are not making a S3 but they can’t end it like this so I really hope it’s gonna change or that it was false news

This was a bit slower than last season. I think it can be because Marco just is more chill with his time travel and keeps a lower profile, while Allegra was… well, yk, all around when she was in the 90s.

I’m glad we got some more of Marco’s dad and his life and backstory

Looooooved all the time travel lore! Gosh I wanna make AUs based on this…

Caterina was not in this as much which is a bit sad, but also, this was yk, ”Marco’s” season, so I get it.

I really thought all three of them would time travel together. The trailer tricked me.

Félix needs to stop being friendzoned fr

I wish it was 10 eps instead of 7, but we also got quite a lot

Alright, now for some spoilers!

Ok, first of all… I KNEW CLARA WAS A TIME TRAVELLER. I noticed it right away. The way she acted and the way wind was blowing. I knew it. And I felt it on me that she was related to Allegra.

The question is… is her dad Marco or Félix? Or someone else?

With that, IS PEDRO CATERINA’S DAD?!

Seriously what is it with Sharp women and just for GENERATIONS being single moms

ALSO PEDRO SETTING THE THEATRE ON FIRE OF COURSE THEY WOULD TAKE A NEW CHARACTER YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE

I literally thought we would get more 90s stuff but nope

Félix and Marco’s relationship… honestly Félix is such a sassy boss I love him

And he does EVERYTHING he is literally the true hero of this story

I was worried Diego was cheating on Greta so I am glad they just briefly mentioned he divorced her lol

Also him and Caterina just making out like horny teens help

Imagine Félix’s family when they come home again. Like he and his bro share a room, imagine when he comes home and finds all of these random time travel documents

WHERE DID MARCO AND ALLEGRA GO

I am surprised that time travel cat wasn’t used more. Imagined if you time travelled with it. Then again, maybe since you don’t wear it, it can’t set off like normal.

Ok, as mentioned, idk if there is a S3 but after this I really hope so. So here are some predictions/things I want to happen in S3

Marco and Allegra end up in a rather unexpected time period - either in the far past or further in the future. The past seems more likely as they’d otherwise have to make up how a future would look like, which can make this whole show rather dated if they predict it wrong.

That, or they are stuck in some void and need rescue

Due to how Clara acted with asking so much about Allegra’s love life, I am wondering if she perhaps have come to see who might be her father

And I imagine S3 she will spend a lot of time with Félix, so she might consider him as her potential father. But she also wonders if it might be Marco.

It’s also possible that something happens with Allegra as an adult - Clara asks her something like ”how important is your career for you”, which makes me wonder if… maybe Allegra becomes like Cocó was when Caterina was young, that she always travels and does shows and is never home

The time travel necklace seemed to have a yellow light, which is something we have not seen before… green is learning, purple is getting a mission, but yellow…? Could it possibly be something like… changing the past?

But it could also just be yellow because it was a light creating the triangle and she actually had another color. Who knows.

It can also be that Clara is a mastermind time traveller who has just travelled anywhere and everywhere and set out clues for everyone else.

Next season is Félix’s turn to time travel?

Idk more right now! All I know is that I wanna make a video review of this. My plan is to make a sequel to my d+la shows video, where I talk about the rest of the d+la shows I haven’t mentioned yet, and then in the end I’ll have my Entrelaza2 review.

#such a !!!! season #entrelazados #disney intertwined

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→ pairing: Ash Island (Yoon Jinyoung) x Baby

→ genre: Blind!au, Idol au

→ contains: Fluff, so much fluff, Ash being a protective bean, main character as synesthesia, soft eventual smut

→ synopsis: Everything had a color, Baby had learnt that while she was younger after becoming blind. Yet during her usual route home, she bumps into a boy whose color changes constantly.

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX

Nail biting was what doctor’s considered a nervous tick, something to help keep the hands busy while the mind was processing. Baby had always been a nail biter, even as a child, she couldn’t break the anxious habit. But she had also been in and out of doctor’s offices her entire life.

“Yoonah? Are you there?”

The voice made her snap out of her own thoughts. Her aunt had called for their weekly catch up and what her aunt described as ‘gossip’. Baby could only describe her aunt as being blue, a dark, almost cobalt blue. The colour was laced with authority but not in a demeaning way, it was a gentle, attentive colour.

“So, anything new happening, sweetie?” Her aunt questioned.

“No..,” Baby lied softly, “It’s all the same, I am working on my next short story though,”

“You need to get out and explore,” Her aunt pressed, “Go meet a boy or girl or something,”

Baby swallowed thickly, she hadn’t told anyone about the rapper who worked across the street. After all, everything was still sort of in the motions. The motions being that he stayed most nights since first staying last week.

“You don’t pester Minhyeong like this,” Baby joked, followed by a loud laugh from her aunt.

The laugh was mixed with a wild yellow colour, “Please, I have more faith in you getting a boyfriend that Minhyeong getting a girlfriend,”

“He can be sweet,” Baby defended.

“If he got his head out of his ass and focused on something other than himself,”

The phone called ended shortly after that, silence filling the apartment. Inhaling deeply, Baby smoothed her hands over the sweater she was wearing, she didn’t know the colour but it felt soft, like a warm, winter blanket.

Her aunt had said it was nearing later in the night, although Baby wasn’t one hundred percent sure of the time. She usually didn’t mind but as she sat on the plush couch, knees pulled to her chest, she felt nervous.

Jinyoung wanted to go out tonight, a surprise he had been pretty excited about. Baby hummed as she picked up her crocheting, feeling along the links as she weaved the hook with the yarn.

Time passed before she heard the familiar beeping of the door code, followed by the wiggling of the door handle and the wood of the door scraping against the floor ever so slightly. Jinyoung had pretty heavy footsteps, making her look up in no particular direction before a pair of lips pressed onto her forehead.

“Oh!” Baby jumped slightly, “There you are,”

“Sorry,” He softly rubbed her arms, “What are you making?”

“I don’t actually know,” Baby smiled softly, “I usually just make scarfs or blankets,”

There was a gentle chuckle, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Baby nodded, “What’s the time?”

“Almost eleven,” Jinyoung explained, “I had to get my car from my apartment,”

Baby furrowed her brows together, of course Jinyoung could drive. After all, he was a normal person with an almost unrestricted life.

“I’ll just grab my sweater,”

–

Baby hadn’t actually been to the Han River in her two years of living in Seoul, exploring wasn’t much of an option in such a crowded place. Her hometown in Busan had such lovely people, compared to how cold the residents of Seoul seemed to be.

The Han River sounded green, an Earthy smell filling her nose as they sat on a bank, a little blanket underneath the both of them. The sound of flashing filled the space, was it fish or the water lapping against the sides of the river?

“I haven’t actually been here before,” Baby smiled to herself, “It sounds peaceful,”

“There’s a little island on the river, we should go sometime,” Jinyoung explained, “There’s rabbits everywhere,”

Baby giggled, “I saw a rabbit when I was really young, my neighbor owned a farm, it was sneaking in to eat the crops and he’d always chase it away, my brother used to also sneak in to steal the apples off the tree he had, I think he knew but never said anything,”

Jinyoung hummed, “You have a brother?”

“I did..,” Baby whispered, “I never visited Seoul when I was younger, my aunt used to take me to Jeju island a lot during the school holidays,”

“What was school like for you?” Jinyoung asked, “I focused more on rap when I was in high school,”

“I went to the Busan school for the blind,” Baby shrugged, “It was okay, my favorite thing was that it taught me how to write stories, I published my first book when I was seventeen,”

Jinyoung’s eyes went wide, “You're an author?”

“Yeah!” Baby beamed happily, “It was pretty poetic, I’m working on another one now,”

She giggled at his surprise, softly bumping into Jinyoung’s side as she swayed slightly. The wind was picking up, its noise always reminded Baby of the colour white. Wind was pure, it moved on its own accord, freely and openly.

“Would you get a guide dog?” Jinyoung asked, softly holding Baby’s hand in his own.

“It would be nice but their expensive,” Baby sighed, “There’s not a lot of guide dog schools in Korea and I’d rather those dogs go to young kids,”

Jinyoung pursed his lips.

“A guide dog isn’t just a tool, it’s a companion, it can be lonely when you can’t see,” Baby shrugged softly.

“I have a dog,” Jinyoung chuckled, “And a ferret,”

“What’s a ferret?” Baby asked, brows furrowing in confusion while Jinyoung chuckled.

He explained, “A ferret is like a long furry hamster, I guess, Huchu is super sweet,”

“Huchu, it’s a cute name,”

A pause of silence fell over them, the soft sound of the water of the Han River filling the air.

“Can.. I feel your face?”

Baby softly played with her fingers for the moment before there was a soft ‘yes’ from Jinyoung. From the past weeks together, she knew what Jinyoung’s hands felt like. They were strong, his right hand had the indents of tattoos across the skin and he usually wore nail polish.

She softly placed her hands on his shoulders, working her way up his neck before her fingertips brushed across his cheeks. They felt full, the apples of his cheeks soft and smooth. Baby then brushed her fingers over his brows, dusting at the hair that hang over his forehead.

Jinyoung’s eyes felt narrow, shifting under her finger tips, plush eyelashes tickling her skin. Her fingers trailed down his nose, feeling the outline and shape before they landed on his lips.

They were plump and smooth, Baby’s fingers brushing over the feature as she imagined how they looked. Overall, Jinyoung felt like he was soft.

“May I?” Baby asked softly.

She didn’t get a response, instead Jinyoung moved forward and pressed his lips against her own. Her fingers slid back to his cheeks, Jinyoung’s arms wrapping around his waist and pulling her close.

His lips were full, even softer against her own as they moved slowly. Baby shivered when he nibbled her bottom lip before pulling away and resting his forehead against her own.

“I’ve never..,” Baby cleared her throat, “Kissed anyone before,”

“Well, we’ve got plenty of time to practice,” Jinyoung replied smoothly.

Cheeks turning red, Baby could feel how warm she got, “We’re in public,”

“My apartments not far,”

Giggling, Baby cooed softly. Who cares if this was all this was? Coming to Seoul was meant to be a journey of exploration and new experiences.

Falling in love was an experience that few got to have.

“Alright,” Baby kissed his nose softly, “Lead the way,”

Jinyoung helped her up, both of them dashing off towards the car with laughter.

#ace: ash and baby #ace: synesthesia #ace: kpop girlfriends #ace: the love stories #ash island x oc #ash island x reader #ash island x original character

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The Ones Who Cheat Death - Chapter 1 (A Hunger Games FanFiction)

A/N: I will be releasing a Hunger Games fanfic chapter series as I read along my journey of The Hunger Games series. I am currently on Mockingjay, but releasing this story will take some time as I will be busy throughout my days. So please, bear with me.

TITLE: Chapter 1 - Twilight Dandy

PAIRING: OC X OC (with face claims)

RATING: M

SUMMARY: Spring had just bloomed. The sun is out, the air is warm. Maeve sits with eagerness as she learns from her mother various things by the edge of the fence. But, she does so to keep everything else to the back of her mind.

NOTES/WARNINGS: This story will be based on my own character made for this series. The pairing will not be with any of the Hunger Games Characters.

WORD COUNT: 2,232

The sound of bees and insects filled the air around us. Warmness was felt on our skin as the sun beat down on us and the fence was heard with a low hum. But we just sat there a few feet away from it, learning about the different plants that grew alongside the fences. It was nice, considering spring was now starting to bloom and the weather began to cooperate. It was as if we forgot where we lived and how we lived in this one instance.

“Mama,” I whisper but I was met with gentle shushes as fingers were working gently with the plants. I was leaning in to take a closer look, but I was pulled back a few centimeters for caution by my older brother who was sitting just behind me. I guess I had some nerves welling up inside my body because I felt him firmly plant his hands against my shoulders to stop me from trembling.

She was tenderly picking various flowers; ones of white petals, ones with yellow, others with purple. There was one with black petals, with yellow inner patterns that flow towards the point of the petals just by the base of the fence. It has a large, dark stigma right in the middle of it, indicating as a sign to be careful and cautious when around it. It was a nice large flower that bees could land onto to collect its pollen. It had an oddly sweet scent to it, a sickeningly sweet smell that smelled of vanilla and syrup. Twilight Dandy was what it was called, but it was anything but dandy.

She didn’t even try to touch it. According to my mother, this was a highly poisonous flower to humans if ingested through our bloodstream or through our stomachs. So don’t be fooled by it. If eaten or punctured under our skin, then sickly green, blotchy spots with yellow veins could be seen on the infected spot before it swells up. Twilight Dandy was what it was called, but it was not so dandy. The swelling looks like infected boils on the surface. Is there a cure for it? I don’t know, mama hadn’t told us yet.

My brother and I watched with eager eyes as she plucked a different flower free from the ground. She had managed to grab the little bulb from under the soil and laid the entire thing in her hand. “Be careful when pulling these out,” she says as she shows us her palm. This flower was a deep purple with bright blue veins in its petals. “We want to be able to grab all of the plant in one piece. This flower is very useful whenever we get sick mentally and physically.”

“What does it do?” I asked, looking at the beautiful and enticing petals. “It’s so pretty.”

My mother chuckles slightly as she turns it over and over again for us to get a good look at it in its entirety. “This flower helps those who are in deep depression. When they feel that they can’t seem to reach for themselves in their pit, ingesting this flower will help you feel happiness. And,” she reaches for her satchel to delicately place it with the others she’s collected to take to the apothecary on the way to our house. “These also help with bad infections, in and out.”

It was such a powerful flower that this can make anyone happy. I never knew such wonderful things grew here within our fences. It’s always so crazy to think how many beautiful things live within our district, but it’s worse to think about it when you realize how bleak and disgusting our home looks like. How terrible a condition we truly live in.

My mother gets off her knees and brushes off her skirt, then helps me up to my feet. “Ok Silas, go take your sister to the cattle farm. You two have to go to work now,” she says, walking towards the dirt path we took to get to the edge of the fence. “I’ll be home making supper.”

The cattle farm. More so a dairy farm, one where we steal the milk of mothers who need it more for their calves, but we take their supply for the Capitol. It’s a disgusting idea for an even more cruel environment. It’s the one job I dread all week. The dairy farm forces you on your knees to milk the cows for hours. And if they knew that it was a special occasion, they would force you, abuse you to do something you don’t want to do or have you do for far longer than supposed to. Well, at least some of them, the peacekeepers. The cattle watchers were usually the more cruel peacekeepers we have out of the dozens upon dozens we have patrolling the entirety of District 11.

And, unfortunately, today is a special occasion. My birthday. Of course you have an easier way of hiding it if there weren’t so many peacekeepers patrolling around, but word gets spread whether you are celebrating a birthday, holiday, or some sort of junction that the district holds. Sadly, because of them being easily known, District 11 hardly holds anything special or fun even if it was a child’s big milestone. If it isn’t part of the Capitols made up holidays, then it isn’t to be celebrated. Even if there was a wedding happening, it would be a small celebration that would only last maybe an hour or less.

“Alright, let’s go Maeve,” Silas says, patting my shoulder. “Don’t want to be late for work.” I gave my mother a melancholic look before we got to the fork of the path and went our separate ways for the afternoon. I’ll see you at supper, mama.

I reached up and took Silas’ hand and squeezed it tight. We both knew what might happen today while we work, but we didn't say anything about it. Didn’t want them to get word of it before we arrived, unless someone had already run their mouths about it being my birthday in the morning. Or they just kept note of someone’s birthday from previous years so they can finally torture the ones whose birthdays fell on a Saturday or Sunday.

I swallowed hard and pressed my face into my brother's arm as we walked closer towards the sounds of cows in distress. Even their crying is agonizing, making me feel disturbed. The dirt under our feet crunch under the pressure of our weight, soon making my throat feel choked up once we lay eyes on the barn doors. Crying. Crying and crying. Oh god I can’t take it. I can already feel the weight of agony in my chest and I feel my knees grow wobbly. But Silas keeps a firm grip on my hand and forces me upright. He gives it a reassuring squeeze to tell me that everything was going to be ok. But I knew it would never be ok. Never ever, not while we live in a world where they work their children and in the same year….kill them off as a sort of sick ritual.

The day finally comes to an end and I’m slogging my way back home. My hands were trembling at my sides, my arms unmoving, numb. It was hours after my shift. Twelve extra agonizing hours, to account for my turning of twelve, being forced to milk, shovel the hay and clean the whole herd of cows pens while they shat on the floors almost continuously. My fingernails were caked with their waste, feeling like there were bricks trying to pry off my nails from my skin.

Many of the Peacekeepers didn’t care for my presence on the streets past curfew. They knew the reasoning, considering I can hear them talk to each other through their boxes on their hips or shoulders.

They patrol the darkened streets with lights coming off their helmets. In a way, I’m grateful for them because I can watch where I step as I trudge along the rocky paths back home. My shoes were ruined by the cows so I had to walk barefoot, having jagged rocks press into the soles of my feet.

After about twenty minutes, I managed to slip behind some houses and go through backyards to get to my house. The lights in the windows were dim from candles being lit. I come to the back door and I knock on it. The door didn’t open right away, but I could hear whispered voices and a quick pounding to the back door. I knew they were talking amongst themselves, wondering who it was but only then realizing it was me when opening the door. Nobody but us would use the back door instead of the front. We wouldn’t want to alarm everyone else thinking it was a Peacekeeper to disturb the peace.

“MayMay!” One of my younger sisters says in a gasp. She reveals a toothy and toothless smile as she immediately stepped forward and asked for some uppies. Eloise. I gave a tired smile and, despite my arms feeling like warm noodles, I scooped her up in my arms and stepped inside, closing the rackety door behind me. I give all of my will power to my arms to force them to stay up as I shower her face with kisses. She gives a squeal and some giggles, her legs kicking about.

I pull away and sniff the air a moment. “Mmm, what’s mama making?” I whisper to Eloise. I already knew what she was making, but I wanted to entertain her while I was home for a short time. Our mother was making a lavender, acorn and fennel soup. I could tell by the smell. We didn’t have a lot of money and tradables to get better food for our family. So, mother has to go about the fence to look for edible plants to make sure her kids get fed.

Eloise doesn’t answer my question, but just bounces in my arms. I give her one last big kiss before setting her down before I drop her. With my arms feeling weak, I told my mother I didn’t want to eat. But she knew better. As I will as father. He took me gently by the shoulders and led me to the dining table, making me sit. “But papa,” I protest as he grabs his bowl and fills half of mine with it, then fills the rest from the pot mother had on now smoldering ashes.

“No, my children eat first. Then the parents,” my father says before he plants a kiss against my cheek. “You were out late. What happened?”

“I had to stay extra because of my birthday,” I sigh. I lift my soup up with my spoon. I could barely make it into my mouth, and was about to let it fall back into my bowl, but my father helped me spoon it in. I gave my father a sorrowful smile, a thank-you-for-helping-me-but-this-is-embarrassing kind of smile. But, knowing him, nothing is too embarrassing. Or unimportant than his family. He is the type to put others before himself, just to make sure they are full before finishing off what they have left.

So, he makes sure I eat as much as I can before he takes my bowl. “Good. Now, go wash up and go to bed. I’m sure you are beat,” my father says. I watch him for a few moments as he scrapes the small bits of my soup into his. He also takes my siblings left overs and splits it between him and mother.

I go and give my face a good scrub after going under my nail with a hard brush. I furiously scrape the underside of my nails until they feel sore. I feel horrendous, disgusting, so when I get to bathing in the lukewarm water I try to scour my body clean. I stop until I feel my body buzzing and raw right before the bleeding begins.

After I get my bath all situated, I get into a pair of clean jammie’s and crawl into my bed. Elouise sleeps with our parents, so I get the bed to myself tonight. But, I feel oddly lonely. I begin tossing and turning with my body suddenly feeling all scabbed. Itchy. I couldn’t sleep. I end up just staring up at the ceiling of a leaky roof with just the pale light of the moon. Why couldn’t I sleep? Then I realized the feeling I succumbed to. I feel anxious about something…But what was it? I scratch around my brain to see if a thought forms about my sleeplessness. For the longest time I didn't get an answer. Then it hits me like a pile of bricks. Oh god. It was an answer I dare not try to complete, but I am defeated. By this realization, I become paralyzed with fear. My eyes and cheeks start to hurt and my throat all of a sudden feels tight.

I try not to choke out a gasping sob as the realization pounds on the walls of my brain. I’m 12 years old now. How could I not realize this before?

This is the first year I am put into reaping bowls. I can now participate in The Hunger Games.

#the hunger games #hunger games fanfiction #own characters #character x character #Hunger Games chapter series #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic writing

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